Chapter Twenty Two
Saturday, 3rd
The following morning Mary sent a text to apologise for the previous night’s antics. She asked Caroline to come over if she had nothing else on.
The last line read, “Love to you both. Sorry again. I blame you and all your saucy escapades, Mary : D”
Caroline arrived at Mary’s elegant detached house in its posh private lane around ten thirty. She found Mary looking very sorry for herself, still shuffling around in a housecoat and ridiculous monster feet slippers. Apparently they were Sam’s, another tasteful present from the sister-in-law.
“They’re actually more comfy than mine,” Mary explained.
Caroline made coffee, Mary’s third of the morning, and they sat by the picture window at one end of the spacious kitchen diner. Outside a stiff breeze occasional
