‘I’m back, Mum,’ said Daniel. ‘So I see,’ said Susie, eyeing his companion with curiosity. ‘Oh, this is Patsy, Patsy Kirk,’ said Daniel. ‘She’s American, and I found her on my way home from the ironmonger.’ ‘Found her?’ said Susie. ‘In away,’ said Daniel. ‘No way,’ said Patsy. ‘Finding me is as good as saying I was lost.’ ‘Well, we met and got talking,’ said Daniel. ‘Patsy, now meet my one and only mother.’ ‘Hi, Mrs Adams,’ said Patsy. ‘Hello, Patsy,’ smiled Susie, and Patsy noted another pair of blue eyes, a Pacific blue. ‘I invited her for a cup of tea,’ said Daniel. Their voices brought Chinese Lady from her kitchen. Seeing an unknown young lady, she said, ‘My, have we got a visitor, Susie?’ She liked having visitors, providing they weren’t hawkers who wanted to sell something, or tramps who wanted to pass on their fleas. She was in a pleasant frame of mind at the moment, because although Edwin was still keeping to their bed, he was perceptibly better.
