RICHARD
Later, when we are alone, Elizabeth is quiet, thoughtful.
"Master..."
"Yes, my Love?"
"When Charlotte's baby is born, you know, she doesn't have any friends who have babies or small children."
"I'm sure she'll meet some at..." I rummage through my limited knowledge of babies and the procedures that go with them... "... ante-natal classes and suchlike."
"I'm sure she will. But don't you think it would be a good idea for her to have some close friends too, to talk to about it and share babysitting with and things like that."
I scratch my head. "I don't think Kirstie's made up with Ryan and I can't think she'd choose to be a single mother."
"I wasn't talking about, Kirstie." She drops to her knees, looking up at me, her eyes matching the hawthorn leaves sprouting outside in the spring sunshine. "Master..."
But she doesn't finish what she's saying, simply gazing up, waiting.
I'm not bloody telepathic...
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Aahhhh...