Charley appeared to be considerably embarrassed when Robyn had explained to her what had happened.
"Let me get you a cup of tea" she said in a motherly fashion; and moments later was back with a tray of breakfast. The toast smelled so enticing: marmalade and country butter; hot tea and a bowl of creamy bircher. It was a breakfast that would have done Paddington proud. Robyn had settled once again into her stable self, swilling down her cup steaming cup.
"Can you describe the man who was in your bed?” asked Charley with a fragile tone.
"Well yes, he seemed very old - and awfully skinny. I could see his ribs poking out from his skin."
"His skin?”
“Yes, his chest was bare you see ... but he had some sort of pjs on his second half thank goodness. Oh, and he had hair just like yours really curly and about just as long" she stopped to think and looked puzzled. "It's getting strangely vague for some reason" Robyn added.
"I see" said Charley biting her lip.
"Robyn I really have to apologise to you - the man you describe, well, he was - I mean is … my father."
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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