CHAPTER 20
Aunt Lizzie did turn up, luckily on her own. As usual, she brought a big bag of groceries with her along with an armful of concerns.
“You don’t look too well today, Kyle,” she said as she came into the kitchen and started reorganising the place like she always did. “Are you hungover?”
“A bit,” he admitted.
“Ciara said you were away in Dublin with your band. Late night?”
Kyle nodded.
“Come on, be a sweetheart and make us some tea, will you? I brought some freshly baked scones.”
Scones. More scones. Kyle would have preferred something more substantial at that point, but if they were fresh, he could hardly refuse them. He went to boil the kettle and set about making tea.
“I wish you had someone more grown up to look after you. Ciara’s so young, and the poor soul’s got a bun
