"Bill, Dear I'm confused." Lottie asked brushing her apron, adjusting the third mug for tea. "Who is this woman again, and why is she coming to my house?"

Lottie was not averse to guests, she had just accepted that her front door was permanently open these days, the house bursting at the seams, but Bill had been so casual, so flippant, so offhand about this guest. There had been lots of moustache twitching when this was broached.