Mum was getting quite worked up and upset by her realisation.
“I know this is important to you both,” she said, addressing
Fiona and Raven, “But just because something can happen here, that
doesn't mean it has to. We're getting on a bit now,” she glanced
at me, “And we certainly don't need all these strange people coming
and going.”
Raven started to reply, but mum obviously hadn't finished yet.
“Nothing against you, Mister Raven,” she continued, a bit nervous
I thought, “You were very polite and helpful when all this started,
but I have to say these other so-called Agents of the Forest have
been less than ideal guests.”
Her eyes were darting round the room as she spoke, looking at me,
Fiona, dad, Raven, even Strauss. In fact she seemed to be looking
anywhere but at Oak.
So of course it was Oak who spoke first. “Then maybe,” he said
ominously, “It is time for you to consider moving house.”
