#granny fleet

Granny Fleet was already waiting for him in the front row of the pews. She looked round just as he and Joey approached, and her reddened eyes brightened a little. “Florian, dear, come and sit next to me,” she said, patting the space next to her. “Goodness me…” she said, as Florian sat down and squeezed her hand with a smile, “Don’t you look so much like your Dad?” Her voice thickened and she hurried a handkerchief out of her pocket, wiping her streaming eyes before the tears could fall and spoil her carefully-applied foundation.