Melissa and Sarah were surprised to find that the other two had gone out. They pondered over whether to make lunch for the four of them but decided against it. They were tucking into Spaghetti Bolognaise when a second knock on the door disturbed them.
Sarah placed her knife and fork down with a theatrical sigh. "What is it today with people knocking on the bloody caravan? Are we to have no peace?" She opened the door to find the same ring boy who had woken them up that morning.
"You again," she sighed, folding her arms across her chest.
"You come to ring now,” he said. Glancing inside he pointed an accusing finger in Melissa's direction. "And you."
Sarah emitted a second exaggerated sigh of abject frustration and bent forward so that she was eye level with the messenger. "Ten minutes,
