James
Georgie is there, waiting in the lobby, chatting with Kirstie. The two are laughing, Kirstie nodding her head as though at some joke. The pearl on that velvet choker she wears bobs with the movement.
And my daughter... My beautiful daughter…
She’s dressed smart-casual, in well-cut pants and a long-line leather jacket that enhances her height. Her long dark hair is tied back and up, and her make-up is just enough to do its work; mascara to enhance her dark eyes and a touch of colour on the lips…
You look great…
Taking care of yourself…
“Georgie! It's wonderful to see you...”
Do I hug her?
“Hi Dad.” She smiles but seems uncertain.
No hugs then…
It’s been so long…
Does she think I'll be angry with her?
“Come on up. You must be cold. Let's go upstairs. Get a warm drink inside
