I’m sitting on the edge on one of my own sitting room sofas, feeling warmer and drier than I have in days and yet I’m finding myself more uncomfortable by the minute. This feels wrong. It feels wrong to me that we should be talking about selling up behind Dad’s back while he’s asleep upstairs. It feels wrong to me that Lawrence wanted me to come on ahead so I could speak to my Dad first and I haven’t managed to do that, but I’m still down here talking about these other matters. Lawrence is going to be here any moment and then I’ll have even more explaining to do and all Ty cares about is getting his own point across... I try and keep my mind on what Ty’s so desperate to talk about. ‘Dad won’t sell up,’ I tell my uncle tightly. ‘Hear me out please, Rose.’ A small edge has crept into Ty’s voice now. Maybe he’s not feeling too comfortable about all these ‘proposals’, either? ‘We’ve been looking into things on your dad’s account while you’ve been away.’ He glances at my aunt.
