CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
“Dad?” Aggie asked as the front door opened and her father appeared.
“Aggie, sweetheart. Whatever’s the matter? Come in, come in,” he motioned. “I love the new look. Smashing,” he smiled.
“Thanks, Dad.”
“Who is it, dear?” her mother yelled from the kitchen.
Ted’s eyes shot from the direction of his wife’s voice to his daughter’s face. “I’m afraid she’s in,” he whispered to Aggie.
“That’s okay, she’s got to speak to me sometime,” Aggie sighed.
“It’s your daughter, Trixie. It’s Aggie.”
“Oh,” said the voice before her mother appeared in the kitchen doorway. “Agatha,” she said with her lips pursed, looking somewhat shocked at the sight of Aggie’s new look.
“Mum,” Aggie said, moving toward her. “Can we talk?”
Trixie’s eyebrows twitched and she was squeezing a tea to
