Augusta laid her knitting aside when she heard Neville and Mandy making their way down the stairs - it was really only something she did to pass the quiet moments. They came into the room looking a little pink in the cheeks, a sight that amused Augusta quietly. Young love...
Neville deserved it. Ausgusta wasn't worried about what they'd been doing - Neville was a good, respectful, responsible boy - she'd raised him that way.
She liked Mandy, too. Didn't know her very well yet, but she was sweet and open - Augusta thought she would be fairly difficult to dislike.
But she didn't want to risk getting sentimental.
"Neville, pour the tea, will you? Thank you. I imagine that packing is thirsty work. How big is this flat of yours? Will you fit everything in? Will you be needing any of the furniture?"