Addicted 2/5

As ever we left our phones by the door in a basket. One of the new ladies showed her unease and kept looking over to the door. I felt her pain. Separated from your newborn.

“Relax!” Richard (Coincidence and he abhorred the monarchy) said but it didn’t work, she jumped when, with another flurry of crayoned kings, the door opened again.

“I’m worried about it being stolen. I mean anyone could come in off the street."

“Unlikely, but yes!” He was eager to please, agreed the basket could come nearer the group. “A few new faces. Shall we introduce ourselves?”