Chapter Ten – Malcolm and Mrs. TaftAs Olive wrangled with the billowing sheets, trying desperately to peg them onto the washing-line before the wind tangled them beyond control, she could feel someone watching. She looked up to the skies, where a dark greyness loomed and rain clouds gathered, and then slowly turned around to face her neighbour's window.
A warm, smiling face met her gaze. It was Malcolm. Despite having lived next door to each other for a few years now, they were still as unacquainted as strangers, although Olive and Geoff had heard many admirers commenting on how the young man had given up everything to care for his elderly grandmother. What a lovely lad, thought Olive, there he was working away in the kitchen, preparing another of his savoury pies no doubt. Although she w
