It was a warm afternoon in early September and Joanne had decided to go out into the garden for an hour. She had asked Henry to put two deckchairs out earlier and although she would have preferred the end of the garden overlooking what was at the moment a pleasant meadow, he had misheard or pretended not to hear and placed them on the main lawn in front of the kitchen. Oh well, she decided, she was not going to move them but would settle down with her book. Then she would have a cold drink for a peaceful siesta; she had worked hard all morning making the bed, cleaning, and dusting.
Dobbs was at work on a long day shift and would not be back until after ten that evening. She settled down in the deckchair and picked up her glass of fruit juice. The house was reasonable tidy, they had quite
