He paused for a moment before adding a third. That would help him sleep. He was tired but rest evaded him repeatedly. It’d be nice for the ghosts of the villa to disappear now. In the distance, he heard the slap of bare feet on the tiles. Who was still up? Everyone else was now fast asleep, or being ‘helped’ on the way. Belinda turned the corner, dressed in a grey marl robe and matching full length night gown. She came to a skidding halt when she saw him. “Good evening,” he said in delighted surprise. “I thought you had gone to bed?” “I need tea,” she replied, waving a huge mug toward him. “Can’t sleep without a cup of tea.” “There is a kettle, tea bags and milk in your rooms.” She blinked. “What? Where?” “The small cabinet beside your bed.” “The cabinet that looks like a desk?” He laughed, “Yes. Georgina said you are an avid drinker of tea. You have a wonderful view of the sea from your balcony.
