Her voice is sharper than Viv has ever heard it and she looks at her daughter in surprise. ‘Cleo!’ she says. ‘Don’t speak to your gran like that!’
Her daughter sighs and shrugs, before flouncing out of the room.
Vivienne stands there, watching her mother stir something on the stove. And then, unable to keep it to herself any longer, says to her back, ‘Someone sent a bunch of irises to the café today.’ She waits anxiously for Stella’s reaction.
Stella stops what she’s doing, but doesn’t look at her daughter.
‘I don’t know who sent them,’ Viv goes on. ‘It’s freaked me out a bit, to be honest, especially today …’
Finally her mum turns to face her. ‘It must be a coincidence. Who might have sent them to you?’
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