Chapter 24

“Doris?” He wondered why

Pete’s grandmother would be visiting Trevor.

“Oh hello, Paul, love. I’d

forgotten you were living here.”

Doris’ lined face looked

even more worn than usual. She stood wringing her hands, looking

upset.

“What’s wrong? Uh, come

in.” He stood aside for Doris to enter. Taking her coat he asked,

“Would you like a cup of tea? Trev’s just made a pot.”

“I’d love a cup, thank

you.”

Paul showed Doris into the

front room. That, and offering tea, were such ingrained customs, he

didn’t even question his actions.

“I’ll just go get the tea

and tell Trevor you’re here. I take it you’ve come to see

him.”

Doris nodded.

In the kitchen, Trevor was

already setting out a third cup. He must have heard Doris’

arrival.

“I’ll see to this,

you go be with Doris, she looks upset.” Even though he’d drunk tea

at the Mitchell’s many times, Doris had always beenmother, so

he had no idea if she took milk and sugar. Getting out Trevor’s