“Soft day all the same,” said the boy next to her. “What was that?” she asked, turning to look at him. “I said it was a soft day,” he repeated. “Not bad for this time of year.” “I suppose so.” “Yesterday it was raining and the sky this morning looked heavy with showers. But look, there’s been no spillage at all. It’s grand out.” “You take an interest in the weather, do you?” she asked, hearing the sarcastic tone in her voice but not caring.
