The sun had kissed the horizon leaving a canvas of deep orange, reds and a wash of purple. The open sky and an easterly breeze had brought a crispness to the evening.
To Steel, it was still warm.
All through the meal, the conversation had been limited to chit chat. As if avoiding talking about Lucy. But Steel did not expect anything else.
They had asked what Steel was doing now.
Steel had answered but knew they weren’t really interested. Abby had stayed in her room. The thought of food and guests was somehow wrong in her eyes.
The meal had been cleared just moments before. Steel had almost forgotten how good a cook Martha was. She had presented traditional Maltese food, including a tasty macaroni bake with a cheese topping. There were olives, bread, different cheeses and plenty of win
