'Oh Miss!' Maggie laughed again. 'What if that strange tree-climbing gentleman did happen to walk in?'
I did not laugh. I looked at the door, wondering what I would do if Alexander opened it and walked in while I was in the bath. The thought was quite disturbing, in an altogether interesting way.
Alexander: that strange, homely, comfortable man. I closed my eyes, allowing my thoughts to wander where they would, exploring avenues I had never before considered.
'Miss?' Maggie was kneeling at my side. 'The water's getting cold miss. You'll catch a chill if you're not careful.'
'Yes, thank you, Maggie.' My thoughts had taken me away from reality, losing my sense of time and place.
I had resigned myself to meeting John Aitken. The brief encounter with Alexander, coupled with my day-dreams,
