“These’re really good,” John said, his mouth still full. Swallowing and taking a sip from his coffee, he said, “Where are my manners? I apologise.”
“No problem. Don’t forget, I’ve lived all my life around this man.”
Mitch felt Morwenna’s gaze settle on him. He looked up from his plate. “I’m not that bad.”
Morwenna shook her head and smiled.
“Wow, of course,” John said after wiping his mouth. “That makes sense now. Something you’d said some time ago describing Mitch as an old fool.”
“Hey,” Mitch protested.
“It’s okay,” John’s hand reached for and squeezed Mitch’s, “she didn’t mean it in a mean way.”
“Yes, sorry.” Morwenna said, offering Mitch another cup of coffee, which he accepted. “It was difficult sometimes to remember that John didn’t know that you are a lot older than me, even
