Chapter FourteenNow, I hope that you will forgive me if I leave that situation where it was and explain what else was happening in my life. You see, however intense my romantic existence, I was also still occupied in looking after my slowly recovering Frenchman. I walked to Molly's house every day with a basket of food from the Inn and usually a bottle of something more stimulating that well-water, although I am sure that Molly consumed more of each than her recumbent guest.
The visits followed a similar pattern. I would arrive with my basket and a ready, if forced, smile and ask: 'how is he today?'
Molly would take and empty the basket, reply, 'much the same as yesterday' and bring me upstairs to view my Frenchman. There followed the most interesting part of the day as I removed Merlin
