I walk across Nanna Billygean’s living room, my finished Chinese takeaway plate in hand. I reach across DoctorSister’s Husband and grab DoctorSister’s plate too.
We are in Newcastle visiting an assortment of my very extended family and MindReader’s very extended university friends.
The hallway is silent as I move through it. I pause at the kitchen door, slightly ajar, for no reason.
“So do you think this one’s The One then?” Nanna Billygean’s geordie voice says.
“You never know,” MadFather says. “She was in bits over Spring. But you should see her with MindReader. They’re so happy. They laugh almost constantly.”
I feel as if I am smiling from head to toe as I burst into the kitchen, and Nanna Billygean’s eyes are damp.
Billygean that’s so lovely. It’s great to hear you so happy.