It was a very warm spring morning and Joanne was idly stirring a small bowl of porridge at breakfast and thinking about Holly. She knew Henry would be annoyed if she mentioned that she wanted to speak to the girl and had been contemplating phoning her. It surely wouldn’t do any harm and it would set her mind at rest. She put down her spoon, grabbed her coffee mug, and took a drink. Henry appeared suddenly, dressed in casual clothes for a Saturday morning expedition to a local DIY store. Joanne smiled and invited him to sit down, and she would fetch him some wheat flakes and coffee.
‘No, my love, finish your own breakfast,’ he advised. ‘I can see to myself.’
Joanne nodded in bemused fashion as he wandered over to put the kettle on for his morning coffee and at the same time began preparin
