"Good morning, friends," Graeme greeted the three awaiting them outside. Greta looked annoyed until she laid eyes on her brother. "Sorry to have you wait," he smiled, backing up to allow them in.
"Bad time?" she raised her eyebrows teasingly at him as she walked past.
He gave her a polite smile. "Never, sis. Especially when the lovely Sylvia Wilde is with you," he gave the woman behind her a hug.
"Hello, dear Graeme. How are you?" Sylvia grasped his hands in her own, smiling at him with kind, dark eyes.
"Very well. It's wonderful to see you again," he said. Sam appeared from behind his mother to give Graeme a one-armed hug.
"How are you brother?" Sam asked, slapping Graeme on the back.
