CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
'Message received four thirty today,’ the answering machine intoned. Then Charlie's voice. 'Darling, just letting you know I've got meetings tonight and won't be home for dinner. See you later.'
'Meetings.' Probably the clandestine kind with Veronika. Eva pressed the delete messages button and sank onto the living room couch. She'd caught a cab home from Ginger's, darkness already closing in as she unlocked the front door.
The emptiness of the house echoed around her. Being alone felt so much worse in the evenings. Eva still expected to see Dodie racing out to greet her, weaving in and out of her legs. She still went to fetch her dinner bowl, or put her hand out to stroke her as she watched TV. Often she'd feel a tickle of fur on her leg, and whip around, but there
