When the train pulled in a Manchester the train began to fill up. A young lady sat opposite him. She struggled with her case until Robert got up and helped her.
“Thank you so much I’m going down to stay with my aunt in London over the weekend. Where are you going?
“I’m going to London too but I am hoping to return tonight.
“Where are you from?
“I live in Scotland.
“You don’t have a Scottish accent.”
“I’m not a broad Glaswegian because my mother was raised in the North East of England.
“Oh that’s funny; my mother was born in Whitley Bay.”
My Mother belonged from Tynemouth.”
“Not far then.”
“My mother moved us all to Scotland when we were very young after my parents divorced.
“Very sad, did you keep in touch with your father?
“No my father was a merchant seaman and was never in one place long enough. I never really knew him. He died two weeks ago this is why I’m going to London.
The girl looked a Robert puzzled.
“I have to see a solicitor regarding his will.”
“Oh I sorry I didn’t mean to pry.”
“It’s alright; I am not familiar with these procedures.”
“Don’t worry it will be fine I’m sure.” My name is Eleanor Riley.”
“Robert McCreadie pleased to meet you.
The pair shook hands then Robert asked if she would like to join him for a coffee in the dining carriage.
“I would love to if you don’t mind.”
“Of course not Eleanor, I am enjoying your company, it’s not everyday you get to meet a beautiful lady.”
“You flatter me Robert; may I say that you are a handsome man yourself.”
My sons would be falling over themselves to speak with you if they were here now.
“Eleanor flashed him a smile and her teeth were perfect. She ran her hand through back her long black hair and poked a finger down her rolled necked sweater.
“Wow is it me or is it hot in here?
“Robert laughed; he took out his wallet and showed her a photo of his two sons.
“Two fine lads; what do you call them?
“This is Robert junior on the left, he is the oldest, and the other is James.”