Mrs Amy was as usual, busy in the kitchen making dinner when Kelvin rushed down into the kitchen, cheerful. Mrs Amy glanced at his face and smiled, turning back to her chores.

"Oh, you're here. Sit over the table, I'll bring your milk".

He nodded, glancing around with quite a disappointed look and sat in one of the chairs by the table.

"Laura is not yet in?", he mumbled, playfully brushing his hand on the table.

Amy chuckled and settled opposite him with a smile, ...