Chapter 9
Our lives settled into a comfortable routine. We saw a fair bit of Sam, and more likely than not, Billy was with him, too.
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One Sunday evening after dinner the phone rang. Mark and I were in our usual positions on the sofa. Mark got up and answered it.
“Hello? Oh, hi, Mrs…Gran.”
I smiled; I could just imagine her telling Mark to call her Gran.
“Do you want to talk to Simon?” Mark looked over at me. “Okay, thanks. No, we’ve nothing much on next weekend I don’t think. Hang on, I’ll ask.” Mark lowered the receiver and turned to me. “It’ll be okay if your Gran comes over this weekend?”
“Of course.”
“Yeah, Gran, you’re more than welcome. Do you want to go anywhere special with us?” He absent-mindedly scratched his stomach. “Okay then…I’m sure we can do that. Hang on
