‘I know this is technically none of my concern,’ Rosalind finally said, and the words came out a little strained, as if she had thought about them too hard to get them over her lips in a remotely natural fashion, ‘but would it be terribly impolite for me to ask you for a little summary of those two decades? And the last year, too, if possible? If I have to convince a room full of sceptical colleagues of your good intentions, some knowledge of your background may come in useful.’ I hesitated. ‘And that’s the only reason?’ ‘Oh, no,’ she admitted with a wry, fleeting smile. ‘I’m just nosy, too.’
Could this be her mom?
