Throw Him Away and Get a New One

Angus refrained from interrogating his guest. Refrained too from pointing out that the chap was in his seat. A guest, after all, is a guest.

“Good morning,” said Angus.

“Good morning,” said the children.

The stranger rose. “You must be Angus. I’m Tony.”

Angus shook the proffered hand. “How do you do?”

“Very well, thank you.” Tony sat back down. “Lovely house you have.”

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