Ben
“You have a beautiful home.” Foxy’s son said timidly. His hands were thrust deep into his pockets. He stood by the closed front door. His threadbare clothes hanging from his body. There was a hole in his trainers that he was trying hard to hide.
“Thank you.” I gave him a smile. “We don’t have to stand on ceremony. What do you want to do first? A tour? Relax in your bedroom?”
“I have a bedroom?”
Foxy was silent at my side. The nervous energy was rolling off of her in waves.
“Yes. Of course. If you don’t like it then we will redecorate or…. I want… I mean me and your mum want you to feel this is your home. I mean….” Jesus this was hard. It didn’t matter which way I put it my words came out condescending. “Or food? I could fire up the bbq. Throw some steaks on?”
Jace’s mo
