CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE“I will deal with you later,” Colin contained his anger as best he could, which was quite well in the circumstances. “Don’t even think of finishing your supper,” he said as his granddaughter reached for a chicken leg, moving with that tired languor which sulkiness can inspire. She froze at his words, holding the chicken leg in mid-air, before she let it drop from some height onto her plate.
“It was a joke.”
“I am going to apologise to Tyler and when I come back I expect to find you in your bed.”
“It was just a joke, a trick,” her eyes, downcast, narrowed for a moment. “A trick that Papa taught me…”
For once, he was unmoved. “She was our guest.”
“I thought at least you could take a joke.”
“After she bought those beads, as well. I can’t think what got into you.”
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