XVIII“You’ll never guess what, old boy!”
Alec was busy rearranging boxes in the storeroom.
Jean glanced at what he was doing and observed: “I thought you’d been warned to stop doing that.”
Alec sighed. “I can’t seem to help myself.” He took another box from the shelf and set it down on the table in a robotic motion as though his heart wasn’t in it. “Anyway, what were you saying?”
Jean loved a good gossip. It was something she truly missed about being alive. “Bethan was telling me that that nephew of yours, what’s his name? Anyway, his grandson is working here.”
“Why?”
Jean’s face fell. “Well, I don’t know.”
Alec chuckled. “You mean you were so keen to share a bit of juicy gossip you forgot to ask.”
Jean would have flushed but instead looked haughty. “Well, I thought you’d want to k
