Nell: It’s early.
Me: I know. I have my Wednesday Writers workshop this morning. Look at Nigel having fun.
Nell: He should learn to act his age a little more.
Me: Nonsense. It’s lovely to see him enjoying himself. How old is he, anyway?
Nell: Older than the Puppies.
Me: Only by a year, or so. He can’t be more than 9.
Nell: Nevertheless.
Me: Stop being so grumpy. Is it because Knitwear Wolf is in Canada visiting family?
Nell: Rupert is free to go where he wishes.
Me: I know, but you must be missing him.
Nell: We FaceTime every day.
Me: It’s not the same as having that handsome wolf right beside you, is it?
Nell: Rupert and I are just good friends.
Me: You’re much more than that, Nelly, and you know it.
Nell: I’m not discussing this with you and don’t call me Nelly.
Me: You need a cup of Earl Grey and one of Knitwear Wolf’s soft blankets.
Nell: You might be right.
Me: It’s completely understandable to miss someone you love. I miss the children all the time.
Nell: Rupert is such a solid presence in my life. So strong and dependable.
Me: He’ll be back soon.
Nell: I’m being silly, but Canada is a long way away.
Me: Tell me about it.
Nell: I am.
Me: Never mind. Would you like me to read to you?
Nell: No, thank you. I’ll read the newspaper myself. Have you seen my handbag?
Me: Yes.
Nell: Could you pass me my reading glasses, please?
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Don’t tell me David has taken my handbag again?
Me: No.
Nell: Is Gladys sleeping in there?
Me: Not that either.
Nell: What then?
Me: We don’t have a newspaper.
Nell: Rupert delivers the papers.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
