Sir smiled. “Good afternoon, Maddie. Hello, Lucy.”
So we chorused, “Good afternoon, Sir.” I looked at Lucy. She wouldn’t look at me. I hoped she wasn’t feeling feeling guilty, or silly, for giving herself to me. I hoped she was just afraid of what Sir would think.
But I’m going to have to cut here, though. This has been published and my publishers don’t want free competition from me. You can read it here.