Time to go (2)
“I haven´t time to talk Nuala. It´s time to go now.”
I told him to put down the scythe and take off that mouldy back tunic he was wearing. Surely with all the money he was earning he could afford to do himself up a bit. “Look at the cut of you, come into the bedroom and I´ll give you something better to wear. I´m not going anywhere with you dressed like that.”
“I´m not Tom, Nuala, and we have to go now.”
I wasn´t sure that it was Tom so I asked him. “Where´s Tom?”
“He´s outside waiting for you.”
“Are you a friend of his?”
“I´m friend to no one.”
“Rubbish, stay for tea, I think mother is making cakes.”
“Your mother isn´t making cakes, she´s outside with Tom.”
“Oh no, they´ll kill each other, they could never get along you know.”
“I don´t think you may worry about them killing each other.”
“Well, I don´t think you know them that well at all then. I´ll put the kettle on.”
“There´s no time, the carriage is outside.”