Rose was turning to head toward the street when she heard a door open and the patter of footsteps across the yard. She paused in her tracks, looking back and blinking in confusion as a young girl approached her.
"Hello," she replied to the girl's greeting, but Rose blinked in confusion as she rambled on. He? Which he? Fish fingers and custard?
"Hungry? I- no, but thank you. I'm not hungry right now. Um. Which 'he' are you talking about?"