Chapter 80
“Doris?” He wondered why Pete’s grandmother would be visiting Trevor.
“Oh hello, Paul, love. I’d forgotten you were living here.”
Doris’ lined face looked even more worn than usual. She stood wringing her hands, looking upset.
“What’s wrong? Uh, come in.” He stood aside for Doris to enter. Taking her coat he asked, “Would youlike a cup of tea? Trev’s just made a pot.”
“I’d love a cup, thank you.”
Paul showed Doris into the front room. That, and offering tea, were such ingrained customs, he didn’t even question his actions.
“I’ll just go get the tea and tell Trevor you’re here. I take it you’ve come to see him.”
Doris nodded.
In the kitchen, Trevor was already setting out a third cup. He must have heard Doris’ arrival.
“I’ll see to this, you go be with Doris, she looks upset.” Even though he’d drunk tea at the Mitchell’s many times, Doris had always been mother, so he had no idea if she took milk and sugar. Getting out Trevor’s sugar bowl, Paul added it to the tray.