A flicker of disdain laced Phoebe's eyes which intrigued old lady Mayfair. Phoebe was a warm person even to people that she didn't know so why was she so unwelcoming to Dickson yet he was David's family.
Grandma Mayfair did not like Dickson either, she had always thought him to be a lustful gold digger and opportunist with the way he was always panting after Ruth when everyone knew his mother was shopping around for a rich match.
Old lady Mayfair was interested in knowing the story behind Phoebe's loathing for Dickson, her granddaughter was looking at him the way she looked at Dorothy Cook.
Dickson strolled to the counter with a grin like that of a smiling Cheshire cat.
[How dare he be so brazen enough to bring his stick like legs inside my cafe with that disgusting smile on his face. I guess today is the day my grandmother will witness me commit murder.]
