The Red Wolf
Maxwell smirks and pulls open one of the draws in his desk and reaches down to retrieve something.
"Here," he says passing me a small round plain tin, "sucking sweets, my mate sweared by them when she was pregnant with both of ours." He smiles at me, I feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment as I carefully open the container to reveal hard boiled sweets covered in a white, sugary powder. I pop a reddish looking one into my mouth, close the tin and hand it back.
"No no, keep it, I have several of them. I keep buying, I guess it's a force of habbit even though its been many years and my children are all grown up." Maxwell tells us as he reminisce about the past with a joyful expression.
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