Lettie was dictating another memory into her notebook when Liam ran in and jumped onto the couch next to her, almost making her scream. Did little boys really move that fast? And smile like that? Where on earth was Miles when she actually bloody well needed him?
"Hello Liam," she said courteously, wishing his shoes weren't quite so close to her expensive silk robes. She eyed his hands too whilst she was at it; children were always so dirty and sticky.
"Bored? Why darling, shouldn't you go and find your father if you're bored?" she asked, smiling and hoping he'd take the hint.