Alice, wearing her headscarf, struggled to remove the TO LET sign, which had toppled into the hedge and become stuck in the sinewy branches of an elder bush. Toby sat on the swing, staring inscrutably into the middle distance.
TO LETWill, dressed in a suit and with his hand heavily bandaged, emerged from the house carrying a briefcase and laptop. He looked business-like but a little distracted.
"Miller wants me to see him," he said, pulling a sour face.
"Won"t Skype do?"
"He wants me to look through some stuff of his and come up with more images. Skype does have its limits." He looked resigned.
"What"s wrong with our images?" she asked testily.
"Nothing"s wrong with them. He just wants more ideas." He continued quickly: "And I"m not going to see her if that"s what you"re thinking."
