"Good?" she asked with a grin. Indeed, the Scotch eggs were delicious, especially the ones from this vendor. She made a mental note to get his recipe for the sausage, as it was so good. She was about to finish her egg several minutes later when she heard her name, "Mrs. Calloway!" She turned to see one of her old neighbor's little boys waving frantically at her until his father gave a sharp reprimand, "We don't talk to women like her, son. Come on."

Her heart fell and so did her face. She looked to Lorn with the hurt of a thousand knives stabbing her, it was written across her expression.