The afternoon had been mentally tiring and the surfeit of fresh sea air had made her sleepy. She did not want any supper but required her usual milk and biscuits later on. Daniel came into the kitchen and started wandering around, poking into things and opening drawers and cupboards, getting in Jessica’s way. Mrs Harris had gone to her Bingo. He was carrying his plastic bag of seaweed. ‘Do want somewhere to keep your seaweed?’ Jessica asked. ‘Weed,’ he said. ‘How about a plate or a jug or an old plastic container?’ He shook his head and went to the sink, turning on a tap. He let the water run, tipping his bag of seaweed into the running water, watching the strands curl and swirl into a dark mass. He had collected rather a lot. Jessica went into the walk-in pantry, to the back where Mrs Harris kept her spare jam jars. She came out with several jam jars perched on her fingers.
