CHAPTER 5
At five minutes to eight on Saturday morning, Benny was ringing Olivia's front doorbell. After arriving home from work he only just had time to have a shower, douse himself in deodorant and change his clothes. He would get hot and sweaty doing the lawn, but at least he could turn up there clean.
But by the time he arrived at Olivia's house the sweat was pouring off him—the day was already steaming and he'd pushed Leila's lawn mower, a heavy old Victa, all the way along the footpath. The front door opened and Olivia stood there in a pair of gym pants and T-shirt. Her feet were bare. Benny couldn't help staring at them; they were small and narrow, perfectly formed, her toenails gleaming in pale pink.
'Hullo, Benny. How are you?'
Benny lifted his gaze. 'Good, thank you.'
'Jus
