Molly's heart ached. Bill hadn't been old enough to shave when they'd parted ways and to think of him now... mature enough to shave, and to be a father...
"I'm not surprised that Charlie would look after him," she said with a sad smile. "Those two have always looked after each other. Arthur and I sometimes said they were twins as much as Fred and George are."
She took a drink of now-cold tea. "I am just glad he is away from that wretched place."