Cajoling Becky into accepting the spoonfuls, Heather could feel her resolve weaken. She and Becky didn’t have to face the cold unwelcoming darkness at home tonight. “You look fair played out, m’dear.” “It’s been a long day, Elsie.” Heather managed a smile. “Tea’s helped revive me.” Elsie’s arms reached out. “Let me have the bairn. I’ll change her nappy.” “Thanks.” She passed the inert bundle across. “Was everything all right with your folks, m’dear?” This intruded. “Yes, Elsie – except that Mother had a bad headache.” She didn’t want to start discussing her parents, even with her friend. Her resolve strengthened. “Must be terrible that, m’dear. Sure you won’t stay?” That concerned look. “No, thanks. I must get on with things in the house.” “Could I go ahead of you, lass?” said Mattie. “To take the crib and sort your lighting – while the bairn’s being seen to?” “Please, Mattie.” Managing the crib would have been okay, but that dark hallway was spooky.
