‘Are you okay? Why don’t you answer your phone, for chrissakes! We’ve been calling you for hours.’ I hugged her, coming over all tearful at the sight of her. ‘This is amazing! How come you’re here?’ She moved back to let me out. ‘Came down to see you, dumb nut.’ She grabbed my shoulders and treated me to a searching look. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘Pretty much,’ I said. ‘Getting there, anyway. Tell you all about it when we get inside.’ Clodagh strolled down the path to meet us. ‘You see, Charlotte? Behold Bess, all present and in one piece.’ To me, she said, ‘She was sure something evil had befallen you when we couldn’t get hold of you.’ ‘Sorry. I turned my phone off while I was seeing the shrink. Forgot to turn it back on again.’ I collected my bag, locked the car and headed for the house, aware that Charlotte and Clodagh were exchanging meaningful looks behind me. They let me get inside before they pounced. ‘You will tell all,’ Charlotte said. ‘Or we have ways of not feeding you,’ Clodagh said.
What do You think about The Boy In The Olive Grove?
