With Butlins keeping close guard, Roger stood staring up at the sky trying hard not to see his mothers face glaring down at him disapprovingly. He forced his mind back to better thoughts, raising his shoulders against the knot that had appeared from nowhere. Lowering his gaze, he pulled his lips into a thin, pale smile for Butlins benefit and did his utmost to ignore the fact that his shoelace had come undone.
“You are such a lucky man. Irene is such a catch!” Butlins true personality was now overflowing, shining out from every facet of his face, so compelling, completely open and so hard to ignore and blocking out all other views – So much like Irene.
Roger nodded, wiping his hand across his brow and making out that it was an accumulation of drizzle and nothing more, but Butlins wasn’t fooled.