‘That’s settled then; I’ll meet you at Victoria tomorrow for the 4 p.m. to Brighton. See you there.’ She hung up with a sigh of relief. It would be good to put some palliative miles between her and David and she felt The Lyon-Smiths’ country pile was just the place to do that – which was why she’d accepted Elizabeth’s invitation to spend the weekend there with her. She’d assured Callie she didn’t need to get herself kitted out in tweeds and a deerstalker, just to take comfortable clothes and some warm sweaters to ward off the draughts that whistled through the big old house, even when the weather outside was hot. She crossed the room to Susan’s desk. ‘Elizabeth has invited me down to Sussex for the weekend, but that doesn’t mean you can’t stay on at Ginny’s.’ She shook her head, ‘No, it’s OK, thanks – I have stuff to do at home now I’m allowed back. I’ll probably meet up with friends too. You haven’t buried the hatchet with David yet then?’ ‘Not even close – it’s been a trying week, what with the funeral and Sally, and I don’t seem to be able to say the simplest thing to him without getting pissed off and putting his back up – and I don’t know why, because he really hasn’t done anything wrong.’ ‘You just need to get away from everything and relax – you’ll have a great weekend by the seaside.
