~Julie~
Paul almost ran to the door of the shelter, grabbing hold of my hand and pulling me with him. Yanking it open so harshly I thought he would pull it off its hinges, he pulled me to his chest, looping his arm around me as a small old lady stood on the other side, her wrinkles emphasised by the wide smile on her face.
“Mrs.Cloughton, this is my mate Julie.” Paul puffed up his chest, every word he spoke dripping with pride.
“Oh, it’s nice to meet you love. Would you mind if I came in for a cup of tea? It’s a bit nippy out here.” Mrs.Cloughton asked, rubbing her hands together. Paul stood back, turning slightly so I could see Jonny holding Elliot in the same tight manor, the same look of confusion on her face as I was sure was on mine. “Is this your mate as well?” She asked Jonny a
