FAYE
Alexander and I stood outside the front of the packhouse, waiting.
Well… I was waiting.
Alexander was enduring it.
He didn't need to say a word for me to know exactly what his mood was. His body language was enough. His arms were folded, his posture straight, and there was that particular stillness about him that only appeared when his patience was beginning to run thin.
I had dragged him out here.
Not literally, of course, but close enough.
Just a few minutes earlier, Irene had called to say they were very close to the packhouse. The moment I heard that, I insisted we come outside to welcome them. Alexander had immediately questioned the necessity of it.
“There’s no point waiting outside like that,” he had said. “They’ll arrive and come in. We’ll meet them inside.”
And yes,
