Unusually, they’d not spoken for over a week, when Lindsey had been so unforthcoming about her French trip. ‘Can you meet me for lunch, Ro? I need to see you.’ Rona felt a wave of irritation. Another of Lindsey’s crises, no doubt. ‘Actually, Linz, it’s not very convenient. I’m working at last, and—’ ‘You have to eat,’ Lindsey said sharply. Rona thought of the salad in the fridge across the landing. No doubt it would keep till tomorrow, and it wasn’t as though she was paid on an hourly basis. In fact, the Willows weren’t paying her at all, but she’d hoped for a clear day to start her research. ‘Well?’ Lindsey said impatiently. ‘You’re in Marsborough, aren’t you?’ ‘Yes, off Alban Road.’ ‘For heaven’s sake, that’s just round the corner. The Bacchus at one?’ Rona sighed. Lindsey always wore her down. ‘I’ll be there,’ she said. Lindsey was already seated at an alcove table. ‘Where’s Gus?’ she asked, as Rona joined her. ‘Spending the day with Max.
