• Family

    A Spot of Afternoon Tea

    It’s going to be okay. Just breathe. Keep drinking your tea. You will be okay. They are only your in-laws. They are not wild dogs. Yes. I’ll be fine. The house is a little warm, though. Musty, maybe. I’ll open the window and let some fresh air in. The sunlight streams through onto the dining table, which is set for three. Miriam, the snob. Derek, the leery. And me. I don’t know why Harry even set this up. He had a last-minute paint job in the village apparently. Yeah, right. He’s always hoped we’d all get on better. He poked his head into the bedroom while I was still getting…