“Vase.”
“That’s what I said dear – Vase.”
“No, vase.”
“Vase.”
“No, no… vase.”
“Vase”
“With an “arr”.” Joyce rolled her tongue as she elongated the sound.
Mary-Anne looked at the Union Jack hanging limply outside the window. “Vase,” she replied stoney-faced, “with an “ay”.”
Joyce snorted.
“Come. We can’t miss the coach and it’s a fair walk up the path.” Joyce pulled her coat tight. “Damn this Autumn weather; I should have worn a jumper. I could murder a biscuit and a cuppa. Are you a dunker, Mary-Anne?”
Mary-Anne tried to follow as she quickly checked her bag for her passport.
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