Cath and Angie waited until it was too dark for Charlie to spot them in his telescope before setting off across the stackyard to the cottage. Cath had reasoned that if Charlie thought they were giving shelter to a gypsy traveller—and Luke"s appearance was a long way from white Anglo-Saxon—they should try to keep his presence secret if they could. Charlie was unpredictable. Who could say what he might do? Start unfounded rumours? Phone the police? The less the albino knew the better.
They arrived at the cottage in the gathering dusk with a tray of food covered by a tea towel and a large bag containing sheets and blankets. They made up the bed while Luke tucked into the food. When they returned to the sitting room they found their tenant wiping his plate clean with a chunk of bread.
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