Jetta agreed, swinging around to face Anton again. Before she could open her mouth, two men in jeans appeared from the sitting room and he added, “And Paul and Ben.” She nodded in their direction, unable to find polite words for a moment. Obviously the four of them had been partying. Partying! Empty beer bottles and almost finished plates of snacks dotted the dining table. And they’d moved it from its usual place across to the window. That was the final straw. “What an excellent idea to invite visitors,” she sniped. “Today of all days. When I’ve just lived through the worst time of my life.” Tears sprang to her eyes. Furious with herself, and with all of them, she whirled aside and dashed to her room. Right before she slammed her door, she heard Anton yell, “They’ve been helping me shift my gear.” She flung herself face down on her big new bed, buried her head under a pillow, and clamped her hands over her ears for good measure. No—she did not want excuses. She did not want his friends wandering round.
