"Not like that!" Verity shook her head and huffed, unsure how Trevor managed to live his life without her help. "She's worth more than money to you, isn't she?" She glanced up the street, towards the shop. There were lights on upstairs, maybe Fred hadn't gone home yet. Or more likely, George had stayed on, perhaps he'd be able to tell her the best way to apologise to Ron. "Show her that, sometime."