“Who isn’t?”
The old woman smirked. “Just tell her. She’s not ready yet. Have you got that?”
Georgi nodded. “Yes, but…”
“Good. Now it is time you were not here.”
Still Georgi hesitated. To leave an elderly woman alone ran against all logic and honour, and she knew Nellie was right. Every attempt to get back to the south bank and raise an alarm should be made, and she herself in her current guise was very unlikely to succeed, or, indeed to survive in that endeavour. But the crafty old dear was hiding something. She looked back at the window. There was nothing visible through the windows but mustard-tinted mist. Perhaps it was innate optimism on Georgi’s part but it seemed a little less dense. She could only hope.
Reading thoughts once again, Nellie hobbled into the kitchen and returned
