She was smiling even before her hand touched the carved-iron handle of the door. “Alex!”, she opened the door and exclaimed, bemused, “I’ve prepared your favourite pineapple pie, and where…”
"Hi there, Ma," he said, his voice happy but subdued with nervousness and love. "Well Ma, I said I’d bring a pal, right?--" He had to pause and cleared his
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