He was set to argue and was set to say it when she said... that and he deflated a little, a flush stealing over his face. Her boys. He wasn't really her boy. Only related through marriage. And now that she was widowed he was sure it didn't count. Only it felt like it counted. That was the problem with Aunt Evie. He always felt found. Felt seen. Felt as if he mattered beyond what he did or tried to do or failed to do.
It was probably just his imagination.
But it also meant he couldn't save Fell from her questioning. It was right, though, that he answer the concerns of a mother, if he really wanted to be with Anthony.
He sipped his tea, feeling chastened and ten years old again, and even ate a biscuit which was the best one he'd ever eaten. She could do magic with her cooking.
He read Anthony's message with a raised eyebrow and texted back to him under the table.
It will be too late by the time you get here. But maybe that's a good thing
He'd heard Fell's phone go off too and gave the man a steady look, hoping he wouldn't be as rude to check his phone when someone was asking him such a serious question.
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It was probably just his imagination.
But it also meant he couldn't save Fell from her questioning. It was right, though, that he answer the concerns of a mother, if he really wanted to be with Anthony.
He sipped his tea, feeling chastened and ten years old again, and even ate a biscuit which was the best one he'd ever eaten. She could do magic with her cooking.
He read Anthony's message with a raised eyebrow and texted back to him under the table.
It will be too late by the time you get here. But maybe that's a good thing
He'd heard Fell's phone go off too and gave the man a steady look, hoping he wouldn't be as rude to check his phone when someone was asking him such a serious question.