‘Sunday.’
‘What? Just like that?’
‘Quite,’ Lorne told him, feeling at once tired, disappointed and pleased. Tired because he was, disappointed because David was to his mind no longer aiming to live up to his full potential, and pleased because he and his son were now closer than they had ever been. And by the look of things always would be from here on in. And pleased as well because his soon-to-be daughter-in-law was, under Marion’s expert tutelage, quickly transforming herself from a timid, woebegone little thing to a well-mannered, competent young woman. ‘It’s going to be a double wedding. David’s friend’s Richard and Lynn have-’
‘Richard Dixon? Art’s son?’
‘The same.’
Ken smiled, broadly. ‘You know that there are several promotions and as many retirements coming up soon.’
‘Of course.’
‘And this means we’ll have two good young lads, with good heads on their shoulders and solid backgrounds . . . it’s almost enough to make a Yorkshireman embrace religion.’
Lorne gave him a disparaging look. ‘As I was saying: Richard and Lynn were to be married this summer but moved things up to mesh with David and Monica.’
‘Wouldn’t be your doing, would it?’