twenty-two
The weather in London that weekend was forecast to be nudging its way into the mid twenties. Elizabeth contemplated going back to Cornwall, to see her dad and friends and maybe to spend some time on the beach, but Josh informed her over his cereal that the heat and sunshine was bypassing that part of the country.
‘So you’re not going surfing?’ she questioned. ‘When did a little bit of rain stop my sea-loving son?’
Josh cleared his throat. ‘I’ve made plans with Kelly this weekend. We’re going to the cinema, maybe grab a burger…’
He tailed off as Harry ruffled his hair. ‘Oh, my brother has got it bad. So when can we meet the elusive Kelly?’
‘Same time that I can meet yours,’ Josh grumbled in retaliation.
Elizabeth regarded her sons with surprise. ‘So neither of you have met
