“I found it, inside a chair. I told you yesterday that my brother and I go to storage auctions.” Vincent nodded curtly. Grace carried on, “We saw some shop furniture in one of the lockers. My brother saw a chair and said it reminded him of something.” She paused. She could see that Vincent wasn’t in the mood for long explanations. “Anyway, I discovered the chair used to belong to your family, there are pictures of it in your factory. I found this inside the chair. It looks important and I want you to have it back. Please.” Grace’s hand shook as she held the book out. Vincent studied her. He sighed and the hardness fell from his face. He said, “Sorry about that, that was rude of me. I have, what is referred to nowadays, as trust issues. I thought you were wanting something from me, most people are.” Grace gave him an understanding smile. “I wanted to give it back, that’s all.” Vincent returned her smile and took the old recipe book. He carefully slid it out of the plastic wallet and looked through the pages.
