'Ansley, the match shall begin soon. Can this not wait?' Benedict asked.
Ansley looked over to Gina and whispered into Benedict's ears. The words he said made Benedict look over to Gina too.
Gina looked at the stare her uncle gave her before walking out with Ansley and that caused her to sweat. Every inch of her skin was covered in cold sweat even though it was a cold morning in Pumford.
'Aunty, do you suppose Ansley wishes to talk to uncle about business?' Gina asked her uncle's wife, Donna.
'Gina dear, when the men speak, we women do not listen. Your uncle shall return soon and if his discussion with Ansley concerns us, he shall divulge.' Donna looked straight at her son, Marlow as he placed his wager.
'Do you listen in when your father talks with his business partners?' Missy asked.
