And she a widow.
(St Luke)
‘Ehh, you must be right proud of your Dennis,’ Emma Arkwright said, weighing out the onions. ‘I mean, going up to London like that to become a doctor an’ all. It were what you always wanted for t’lad, weren’t it?’
‘It was his own decision,’ Susan Broadbent answered, rather more defensively than she had intended.
‘Oh aye, I’m sure, no doubt, but ever since he were a little sprout you was on at him, always telling him. “Dennis,” you’d say, “when you grow up, you’re going to be a doctor!” And now he is and so I say, you must be right proud of him.’
‘He’s only just started first year medical studies.’
‘Aye, so he’ll be away for years yet, then?’
He was an only son,
Susan Broadbent wished that Emma Arkwright would shut up and mind her own business. As well as
