"That's very kind," she said.
"A suite," Mickey said, correcting himself. "There's two of you. You will need a suite. Right, you get settled in, I will see my builder colleagues and then come round this afternoon and meet you there. We will talk then."
What we will talk about? Mickey had no idea. But he knew, for certain, that there were important things to discuss.
"After you've eaten," Mickey said, correcting himself again. "I'll tell my driver to book you into the restaurant."
She was about to say something, maybe more thanks, but he waved it aside.
Before the day is out, he was thinking, I will be thanking you.
A son? Good Grief, he had no idea! What things he might be told, Mickey was thinking.
Mickey proceeded to his appointment.
The driver dropped him off and carried on the
