Not sleeping... again? Maybe it was because the bed felt foreign. Cal hadn't been able to sleep properly for weeks after arriving in England. The house made unfamiliar sounds, smelt different, felt different. He still felt out of place sometimes but it didn't bother him so much anymore.
"What? No!" He put his sandwich down and tried to keep the dog outside his line of vision as he glanced at David.
"It's not that she doesn't like you. She just... if it's because of her face, well, she always looks like that." Miss Ella was a very serious woman who never smiled - at least now when Cal was around - and sometimes she could be really scary, but she wasn't as unkind as her appearance suggested.
"You, uh, don't have to pay her back, David. It's prolly better if you don't say that 'cos she might get offended and... hit you over the head with her handbag or something. It's really heavy." Picking at the cucumber slice sticking out from between the slices of bread, the boy pulled it out and studied it. If David wanted to leave, he could, of course, but Cal would rather the English boy stayed a bit longer.