Curiosity stirred in the dull eyes. "Nope. But she'll be back in a few minutes. We're just about to eat," he added pointedly.
"Ask the young man in," a voice called from within the trailer.
"Well, I don't want to interrupt your dinner," I said. "I just wanted to talk to your daughter for a few minutes."
"Nonsense," the woman said, appearing suddenly beside the man. "Come right in."
I hesitated. The man turned his back on me and trotted back to the TV screen. The woman beamed cheerfully at me. I stepped inside, feeling uncomfortable about my mission.
"My name is Cameron," I said awkwardly. "I—I'm an instructor at the university."
"Well, isn't that nice, George? He's one of Helen's teachers."
"No, I'm not," I said quickly. "But I know her and—"
"Won't you stay for dinner? Have you eaten?"
"I couldn't do that."