Kerry took the seat nearest to the door, and the old man brought over her glass and set it down in front of her. “There,” he said, triumphantly. “Now, would you care for a biscuit to go with it?”
“No thank you,” Kerry smiled. She patted her tummy. “Too many sweets already.”
The man moved over to his seat. “Did you help yourself to plenty of sweets?” he asked.
“Yes, thank you, my bucket is full now.” Kerry took a sip from her drink. It was still quite watery as the man had not stirred in the squash, but it was still palatable.
The man blew on his tea, before taking a sip. Deciding the temperature was just right, he drank down half the amount, before replacing his cup in the saucer.
“Speaking of your bucket,” he said, “I couldn’t help but notice how small it is. You can barely fit anyth
