She was on edge. ‘What’s the plan, Bea?’ Flora called from the bathroom as she brushed her thick hair. ‘I’m feeling a bit nervous. Aren’t you worried that he might see you?’ Bea looked at the reflection of her granddaughter’s back in the mirror on the dressing table. ‘Not really, no,’ she lied, hoping her calm facade might help them both. Flora reached for her toothbrush and mouthwash. ‘God, I would be! It might shock him, you suddenly appearing on the doorstep like a genie! We need to think about how to keep you out of sight – maybe a disguise, like I said before.’ Her eyes twinkled at the prospect. Bea considered this as she listened to the gargling sound that echoed around the room. She raised the corner of her grey wrap and applied it to the corner of her eye, dotting away a tear that threatened. ‘I have absolutely no intention of appearing on his doorstep like a genie – not that it would matter if he did see me.’ ‘Of course it would matter! You’re his long-lost love!
