[b]"What do you plan to do with that, now?" [/b]

It had been quite startling to see Major Bradford suddenly appear. 

When Matilda pointed to the laundry basket, the young woman started to believe that Arthur might actually be utterly rediculous. A quirky character trait of some sort. He was unpredictable, and ever so slightly grumpy. Much like a little grey cloud.

[i]An endearing cloud[/i]

[b]For God's sake Matilda[/b]

[b]"And my ankle is absolutely fine, thank you. So, if you could just give me that back - I can finish what I started."[/b]

[i]Unlike you[/i] 

Was Matilda angry? Anger was probably too strong a word. Frustration. Exasperation. They would both go someway to explain how she was feeling. Her head was telling her that Arthur was to be left well and truly alone, but her heart thought quite the opposite. In the two week absence, she had thought of him often. Subconsciously, the blonde settled her hands on her hips. 

[b]"Why are you even out here?" [/b]