After swiftly trotting down the stairs Valerie picked up the receiver. “Valerie Delphine speaking.” she said in her crystal clear telephone voice.
“Hello Valerie.”
“Hello Aunt Martha.”
“I trust the trunk was delivered today.”
“Yes it did thank you… I’m just unpacking it.” Valerie replied, before commenting on just how lovely everything looks.
“Now you’ve sent all of his old clothes to the Salvation Army or somewhere.” her aunt enquired. “I don’t want him finding them in a box in the loft or under the stairs.” she added.
“Of course Auntie.” Valerie replied. “How’s David?” she asked.
“He’s fine.” Martha replied. “Busy doing his embroidery.”
“Embroidery?!” Valerie said. “How nice.”
“Idle hands are the devil’s playground.”
“Quite.” Valerie smiled. “What’s he embroidering?”