Then she recalled the events of the day before and she experienced a quick surge of despair at what had happened to Charles. Her thoughts were interrupted by a tap on the door. Donald called, ‘Breakfast, Maria?’ ‘I would love some,’ she said. ‘Just give me a few minutes.’ She found the bathroom, washed and changed into a new dress she’d brought with her for the weekend at Charles’s, and then joined Donald in the living room. He was wearing a bear-coloured dressing gown over striped pyjamas, and she couldn’t help but laugh. ‘What?’ he asked. She pointed. ‘You’re wearing striped flannel pyjamas.’ He smiled. ‘Well, perhaps it’s not the most fetching apparel.’ ‘I’m surprised you’re not gripping that funny old pipe of yours in your teeth,’ she teased. He made breakfast – fried eggs and toast and Earl Grey tea, and they ate at the table in the bay window of the front room, splashed with sunshine. ‘What do you normally do on Sundays?’ he asked. ‘Nothing,’ Maria said.
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