He chattered like an over-excited child. Molly thought they must have started putting E-numbers in fish and chips these days. ‘That is the best day out I can ever remember,’ he said, sitting on the garden chair, tilting his head to the warm light of the afternoon. Molly watched him replaying the events of Sunday in his head and smiling. He had caught the sun on his face and it had chased away that awful pallor. ‘There’s a new restaurant open in Maltstone. Italian. Shall we go and test it out?’ he suggested. ‘I was going to cook some chicken.’ ‘Oh, chicken, schmicken. Who wants to cook on a glorious sunny night like this? Let’s push the boat out.’ ‘Oh all right,’ said Molly, thinking that sounded a good plan. She was enjoying her days with Harvey more than she could say. Yesterday they had been to the Teashop on the Corner and talked for a full hour about Daphne du Maurier books with Mr Singh.
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