‘In fact I was hoping to have a word with you to ask you if you’d be kind enough to help out with teaching the little ones ready for the Christmas carol service. I know we’re only just going into October this week, but it takes time to get them to learn all the words properly. Brown Owl does her best, but she isn’t very musical.’‘Well …’ Sally began uncertainly.‘You don’t have to give me an answer right now. Oh, excuse me whilst I go and have a word with Dr Ross and welcome him to our community.’Dr Ross! Sally couldn’t stop herself turning round to look over to where the doctor was standing with the vicar’s wife. Was it because she now knew of his personal loss that she felt he looked very alone? She was feeling sorry for him? Sally frowned.‘Well, I’m not having mine joining in any carol singing, not if she’s going to be teaching them after what she’s tried to do to me and mine.’As the strident sound of Daisy’s voice reached her, Sally was well aware that it had been deliberately pitched loud enough for her to hear, and not just her; she could feel the sidelong looks she was being given.‘That’s daft talk, Daisy, and you know it,’ Doris responded immediately, coming to Sally’s rescue.
