I dawdled, and then picked my book up ready to go. She looked at my novel intently. “Gina said you share train journeys with him. Said you share what you’ve been reading.” I shrugged. “Yeah, we both read a lot. Bookworms, I guess. Two peas in a novel reading pod.” “Excellent,” she said, but she had a weird expression. One I couldn’t quite understand. “Well, have a lovely evening. We’ll start you in Franklin next week. You have a lot of faces to meet and a lot to take in.”
