She waved to him, and sighed before turning around and heading to the house, holding her hands behind her back.
(Zoom!) Poppy's house was quiet as Francis pulled up the next day. A man with a curly red beard was pruning some hedges, his expression thoughtful.
"Oh, you must be Francis," he said, slipping his gloves off and offering his hand for a shake. "I'm Lewis, Poppy's father."
He squinted at him. "It's nice to meet you too." He gestured inside with his head. "Poppy is in the living room. Go ahead and go in."