Visiting the family home was not Konstantin’s favourite thing to do at the moment. Every time he did it was tense, bordering on unpleasant, and he had grown weary of teetering on the edge of arguments every time he wanted to see his father and younger siblings. He had hoped to bring Amelia to the homestead but so far the opportune moment had not presented itself and his father, from whom he was hoping to solicit advice, was not due back for another hour.
Opting to wait might have been his downfall.
“No. The zoological gardens are open and she had an excellent work ethic,” he replied, turning the page in the book he knew he would read no more of today. Resigned to a potentially awkward conversation he closed the book and tucked it inside his inner pocket. “How are you Zelda? Behaving yourself I hope?”
Opting to wait might have been his downfall.
“No. The zoological gardens are open and she had an excellent work ethic,” he replied, turning the page in the book he knew he would read no more of today. Resigned to a potentially awkward conversation he closed the book and tucked it inside his inner pocket. “How are you Zelda? Behaving yourself I hope?”