Jack Vettriano Painting

Jack Vettriano Painting
The two boys arrived the following morning. They both had well-brushed hair, suspiciously angelic faces, and perfect manners. Alexander Eastley had fair hair and blue eyes, Stoddart-West was dark and spectacled.
They discoursed gravely during lunch on events in the sporting world, with occasional references to the latest space fiction. Their manner was that of elderly professors discussing Palaeolithic implements. In comparison with them, Lucy felt quite young.
The sirloin of beef vanished in no time and every crumb of treacle tart was consumed.
Mr. Crackenthorpe grumbled: “You two will eat me out of house and home."
Jack Vettriano Painting
Alexander gave him a blue-eyed reproving glance.
"We'll have bread and cheese if you can't afford meat, grandfather."
"Afford it? I can afford it. I don't like waste."
"We haven't waste any, sir," said Stoddart-West, looking down at his place which bore clear testimony of that fact.
"You boys both eat twice as much as I do."
"We're at the body-building stage," Alexander explained. "We need a big intake of proteins."
The old man grunted.
Jack Vettriano Painting