In the background, Mrs. Dunham fussed noisily with an electric kettle. A series of mismatched mugs were lined up on the front desk. “I’m making tea,” she said unnecessarily. “So many English people. It seemed like the thing to do.” Honestly, she wasn’t far off. “Cheers,” my father and I said at the same time. Next to me, Holmes smothered a laugh. My father’s eyes lit on her,
