Re: At the British Museum
Meg Thatcher swallows, but manages to find her own polite smile. "Yes. Thank you."
"You're welcome," says the now-blushing art student. "Um, and I hope you two are happy together." She shifts from one foot to the other, then gives a little wave and hurries off.
Meg's mouth is suddenly dry as she looks at the sketch. "I...." She clears her throat and tries again. "She's ... quite talented."