“Well if it isn’t little Miss Swinnerton.” Jack chuckled, scrubbing a rag over his hands as he walked out of the workshop. “I thought you’re working away in the city somewhere.”
Sarah smiled and let the car door fall shut behind her. It was always the city with Jack, never a name.
“How’d you recognise me.” she asked. “What was I, five last time I came here?”
“Six if I remember rightly. You made a point of tellin’ me as soon as your Granddad lifted you out the car.”
“And of course I recognised ya.” Jack grinned. “You Swinnerton women were always the prettiest faces to come and visit me.”