"I don't think it's exclusive to mothers," Dominic said, shrugging. He'd noticed the slight change in Pandora's tone and decided to steer clear of that particular topic. He didn't know her nearly well enough to engage his curiosity. "Fathers, teachers, grandparents, aunts. All perfectly capable of despairing of our generation both in general and in particular." A snatch of something - poetry or an idiom - flashed through his mind but it was gone before he could fully grasp it.
Dominic glanced up at the clock on the wall, then down at his wrist to confirm on his watch. "I should be going," he apologised. "But I'll definitely back to have a look around at the rest of your work."