Edward Hopper Painting

Edward Hopper Painting
Lucy had gone straight to the kitchen on getting back from the inquest, and was busy with preparations for lunch when Bryan Eastley put his head in.
"Can I give you a hand in any way?" he asked. "I'm handy about the house."
Lucy gave him a quick, slightly preoccupied glance. Bryan had arrived at the inquest direct in his small M.G. car, and she had not as yet had much time to size him up
Edward Hopper Painting
What she saw was likeable enough. Eastley was an amiable-looking young man of thirty-odd with brown hair, rather plaintive blue eyes and an enormous fair moustache.
"The boys aren't back yet," he said, coming in and sitting on the end of the kitchen table. "It will take 'em another twenty minutes on their bikes."
Lucy smiled.
"They were certainly determined not to miss anything."
"Can't blame them. I mean to say - first inquest in their young lives and right in the family so to speak."
"Do you mind getting off the table, Mr. Eastley? I want to put the baking dish down there."
Edward Hopper Painting