After breakfast with Rollo, Greer drove down to the village for a cappuccino with friends in the bar. Then she forced herself to do a circuit of the co-op and pick up items for Tony's kitchen to supplement the basics that were always left in place in the guest cottage.This task had been neglected in advance of his arrival. It was a case, she knew, of wilful neglect. They had agreed Tony would cater for himself at breakfast and sometimes lunch too, as was the custom for visitors. Mischa himself rarely stopped for a midday meal. Instead he ate bananas or apples and gnawed chunks of bread and cheese more or less continuously as he worked. Agnieszka reported finding caches of chocolate in dark corners. Greer saw Tony emerging from the studio as she got out of the car and unloaded the boot.The sight was unwelcome. Their paths were on a collision course and they intersected on the parade ground. He looked cheery and chipper.Today he wore a leather bomber jacket over an oatmeal polo-necked sweater, with a denim version of a briefcase slung over his shoulder on a strap.The denim was rope-trimmed, like espadrilles, she noticed.
