"Here you are," he says, handing her a chipped mug. "Careful — piping hot. And these — something to dunk."
"Thank you," she says. "Thank you very much."
The biscuits are dry, stick to the roof of her mouth, and the tea is the colour of burnt caramel; too strong for her liking. She hasn’t slept for days.
"Well, here we are." He adjusts his collar. "Now we’re fed and watered, shall we begin? No rush, of course."
"Yes please. Let’s start."
"First, if I may, let me just say again how very sorry I am."
‘Thank you,’ she says.
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Stewed tea... not nice... and with all the caffeine and tannin it’s sure to keep you awake. But a good dunking biscuit may be what’s called for...
Still trying to decode... Is the type of collar perhaps significant? More tea, Vicar?
Alec Dekker over 2 years ago
Thanks for the comment, Neville. You’re certainly on the right lines! :)