CHAPTER 8
Benny rang the doorbell at 8.00 a.m. and waited. His headache from last night was gone, but he was still snuffly. He'd gone to work even though he didn't feel like it, because he was casual and if he didn't work, he didn't get paid. But it didn't matter; seeing Olivia was better than any medicine. He took his handkerchief out of his pocket and blew his nose.
He rang the bell again. The door opened and Olivia stood there in a bathrobe. Her cheek was still swollen and there was a bruise under her eye. She looked fragile, as if a strong wind would blow her away.
'Sorry, Benny, I slept in.' She waved her hand in the direction of the back yard. 'You know what to do. And the garden, if anything needs doing.'
Benny did the lawn, though it was hard to make the edges neat. What he nee
