We sat in silence for a while.
The light breeze has almost completely dropped,
just like the sun.
A swirling hoard of starlings morphed with seemingly impossible precision over the estuary and held our attention for a while.
Then Mum said,
“You must think I’m an awful mother…” she said after a few moments of quiet contemplation.
“…making you pose as a twenty-something secretary just to cover my back.”
“Er… personal assistant if you don’t mind,” I said, before grinning.
“Yes.” Mum laughed. “You were a good one too…
it’s been nice having you in the home office these last few days,” she added.
“It’s been quite interesting finding out what you actually do,” I replied.