So when James invited them in for coffee, I panicked, wishing I’d left Grace to sleep for another half hour. Not that I was bothered about Lydia hurting my daughter. I was more bothered about the effect the sight of my baby would have on Lydia. But I needn’t have bothered. Grace and Lydia hit it off as soon as they set eyes on each other. I even struggled to keep Grace from leaping out of my arms and onto Lydia’s lap, the second snub I’d had from my delicious daughter recently. Lee clearly couldn’t cope with seeing his wife playing with a baby and almost ran from the room. But I wasn’t about to hide Grace away in our own home. I probably would have kept a low profile for a few days if they hadn’t bowled in here right away asking for our help. But Grace seemed to breathe life into the shell of a woman who had just walked in, and within minutes Lydia was singing songs and bouncing Grace on her knee as though they’d known each other forever.
