For a moment Slater thought Delia's entrance was that of Viv, swanning in as usual for a talk or an update on Slater's day. When she spoke with his daughter's voice, however, he started and snapped his head up, looking at her as if she were a ghost. He made his expression fold into a smile, but it was a curious one. Not since the time she had wanted to leave had he seen her so - rombuctious. What could this little visit mean? Slater had no idea..
"What do you mean, poppet?" he asked, folding his account book. She didn't need to see that.