“I sank onto the grey velvet and leaned back against brightly coloured felt cushions. Dad hovered in the doorway. “Would you like a drink?” she asked. I nodded. “Tea, coffee, something cold?” “Just water will be fine,” I whispered. She got two glasses from a cupboard and filled them to the brim, before sitting down next to me. I sipped at the water. I wasn’t thirsty. It was just something to do, to buy time. She had this calmness about her as she sat, quietly watching me with her cool grey eyes. “How did you know who I was?” I asked at last. She smiled slightly. “I knew exactly who you were the minute I opened the door. You look just like your father.” “Really?” I looked over at Dad who was running his fingers through his hair. So far as I could see that was where our resemblance ended. “Really,” she replied, leaning back a little as if to study me even better. “Does your mother know that you’re here?” I wanted to just say yes, not to complicate things, but there was something about th...is woman that made me feel bad about lying.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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