Craig HillChapter 45
Mark found his way downstairs at about half past eight. Elspeth and Victoria were sitting at the kitchen table with mugs of coffee. Victoria leapt to her feet and ran to him. "Good morning, darling," she cried happily giving him a hug and a sloppy kiss. "Sleep well?" "Good morning, darling. Yes, thanks. What about you?" "Like a log." "Good. Good morning, Mum." He disengaged from Victoria and bent over to kiss his mother. "Good morning, darling. Victoria's been telling me...