I Remember You. Harriet Evans

George Farm and all its doings. She took his hand. ‘Francesca Jackson,’ she said. ‘And this is Tess Tennant,’ she added, indicating Tess next to her.

      ‘Nice to meet you.’ Guy Phelps shook Tess’s hand enthusiastically too, but returned his gaze almost immediately to Francesca and Tess went back to eating her carrot cake. ‘Well,’ he continued, as Francesca smiled politely up at him, ‘I’d better be off—thanks again,’ he finished, though he hadn’t thanked her before.

      ‘Nice to meet you,’ said Francesca.

      ‘Let me know if there’s anything I can do, won’t you?’ he said.

      ‘Thanks,’ said Francesca. She looked at Tess. ‘I’m sure there will be at some point. See you soon.’

      ‘She youw shoon,’ Tess added, her mouth full of cake.

      As Guy Phelps departed, touching a finger to an imaginary cap, much to both girls’ delight, Francesca turned to Tess and said, exasperatedly, ‘Tess!’