‘I know why you want me out of here, you dirty pig. I know what you’re like!’ ‘Darling, I just made a suggestion because you complained to McAfferty about the noise from the artillery range. In your condition you need rest and Bushy Brooke will give you that. You can swim in the river, it has beautiful gardens.’ ‘I can’t leave the spiders,’ Joan shouted. As Joan said this, Troy peeked around the kitchen door. His path to the conservatory was clear and he dashed down the hallway without the Hendersons seeing him. ‘Perhaps you should put the well-being of our unborn child before a bunch of hairy bugs,’ Henderson suggested. ‘Ignorant pig!’ Joan screamed. Troy glanced backwards as Joan lunged at Henderson and began clawing his face. ‘They’re not bugs. They’re rare and beautiful. They have their own personalities. They have souls.’ ‘Paul looks after them well enough,’ Henderson said. ‘I’m sure he’d cope if you went away for a few weeks.’ ‘Paul feeds them,’ Joan screamed.
