“Sure. Just tell me a time and help me up the ladder.”
The measurements weren’t complicated. Nor did they take that long. Artemisia suspected Geoff invented the need, especially when she found herself sitting down on a comfortable rock, very close to him. She wanted to say to Lucia, “Possibly need a chaperone.” But Lucia wasn’t there. She banished that thought. Lucia was alive: she had to be.
“This isn’t Sylvia’s favourite spot, is it?” she asked suspiciously.
“That would be that big boulder over there,” Geoff pointed to a dark silhouette. The stars were very bright. “No-one can hear us from here.”
“You checked,” mocked Artemisia.
“Mac checked, when we fixed things for Sylvia.”
Artemisia found herself caught up in a flurry of giggles. Geoff waited quietly until she calmed down. “You
