Chapter Eleven – The Village FeteAs Geoff entered the kitchen he beamed. Olive was hand-washing a woollen sweater in the kitchen sink, hips swaying to the beat of a jazz tune playing on the radio and wisps of her hair were gently being blown from the breeze coming through an open window. It had literally been months since he'd seen her so relaxed. In fact, only since Geoff had finally agreed that the family would move out of the village had he felt a shift in his beloved wife's mood. It had taken many nights of intense discussion and even more silent dinners for him to realise that the only way to return his brood to normality was to move away from these strange occurrences and even stranger neighbours.
Geoff crept forward on tiptoes and slid his arms around Olive's waist. She leaned back
