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Lachie Boyle sat opposite his sister at the dinner table that evening wondering if he should tell her about the visitor earlier that day. Hamish eyed his son curiously, knowing that something was bothering him, but continued to attack his pork chop with his knife and fork. Eventually the curiosity got the better of him and he slammed his cutlery down noisily. "Awright son, whit's the matter eh?" he leaned his elbows on the table and clasped his hands together.
"Nothin'!" Lachie mumbled and pushed his peas around his plate guiltily.
"C'moan, get it aff yer chist eh?"
"Naw Da, no the noo!" Lachie dropped his fork and pushed his chair away, standing abruptly he excused himself and left the room.
"Right that's it!!!" Hamish growled and followed his son out.