"Oh like her name matters," Catherin said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "She'll be gone in a matter of weeks, just like the rest. Honestly, Oliver, you know I tend to leave you to your affairs, but this is hardly becoming behaviour. I admire you in so many ways, but this is not one of them."
Catherin looked up as the girl returned to the kitchen. Well, at least she was dressed this time. It took every ounce of effort she had not to roll her eyes at the child, but Catherin's manners won out. "My weekend was enjoyable, until now. I suspect this morning will put a damper on the rest of my week as well. Tell me..." Oh, she'd forgotten her name already. "What do you do? Besides my son, obviously."