As they sounded like his parents talking to an adult he just went on with his painting. Footsteps in the corridor made him look around, paint brush poised. It was his father. “A visitor for you Willy,” he said. Mystified Willy wiped the brush and placed it in the small bottle of thinner that he kept for cleaning paint brushes. After quickly placing the lid back on the small can of ‘Humbrol’ paint he made his way out to the lounge room. As he reached it he almost stopped in surprise and he was sure his mouth fell open. Seated in a lounge chair talking to his mother was Mr Jemmerling! As Willy crossed the room Mr Jemmerling stood up and held out his hand. “Hello, young William,” he said. Being called William was something Willy did not like at the best of times but to have ‘young’ added to it irritated him even more. Despite that he managed to fix a smile to his face and held out his hand.
