Chapter 37
“Christopher will find us here eventually,” Emma sighed, sipping tea from the china cup. The slinky red b*a itched up a storm on her right breast, which was the only one still able to fit in it properly. Pregnancy seemed to have taken the left one by storm, much to her husband’s delight.
“I doubt it; he knows nothing about my John. Is that Rohan’s sweater?” Freda asked, watching as Emma clutched at the fabric and lifted the hem to her nose.
“Yeah. I’m not sure why Nicky packed this.”
“Aren’t you?” Freda’s eyes channelled wisdom as she nibbled on a ginger nut biscuit.
Emma allowed the small smile and pulled Freda’s attention elsewhere. “Why are you driving a car? I thought they refused to renew your licence. That’s why you bought the scooter.”
Freda waved her free hand and
