The Future that we Want Part 2

Ernest let out a quiet, amused breath into the shade of the copper beech. "You waited less than ten seconds to overrule my deposition."

"I gave your argument full, judicial consideration," Eleanor said, lifting her head to look into his eyes. "And then I remembered my own life."

Ernest tilted his head slightly. "Your three brothers."

"Our house was never quiet, Ernest. It was noisy, untidy, and thoroughly chaotic. Someone was always shouting down the corridor, someone had torn the knee of their trousers, someone was demanding assistance with Latin grammar, and Lucas was inevitably conducting an experiment that threatened the structural stability of the scullery."

"A harrowing domestic model," Ernest remarked dryly.