‘Wrong house, Sam,’ Robert told him, grabbing him gently by the arm and guiding him towards the adjoining front door. Sam looked confused. ‘Why are we going to Robert’s house?’ he asked, turning to Lucy. ‘It’s where we’re living now,’ Lucy told him. ‘You might be, but I want to go to my own place,’ he muttered. ‘This will be your home from now on, Sam, you’re living with us,’ Robert told him. Sam stood there frowning, a belligerent look on his scarred face. Although she obviously had no idea what the problem was Brenda Kelly took Sam’s arm and squeezed it. ‘Let’s go along with what they’re asking and sort it out later, shall we? They might give us a nice cup of tea and I could certainly do with one.’ For a moment Lucy resented the way Brenda spoke to Sam; it was almost as if he was a child who needed to be coaxed but she said nothing, merely smiled at Brenda and followed them through the front door which Robert was now holding open. She left Robert to settle them down in the living room while she hurried through into the kitchen to make the promised tea.
