Chapter Thirteen
Seagulls
There is more than one way to peel a pumpkin.
Within a month of moving into the new home, Neff had arranged for the belly dance girls to celebrate with a hot tub party, along with the Bag Lady, who camped in Neff’s garden, and her friend Betty.
Steven was to spend the night away, while I was “not to do anything but allow myself to be pampered.”
I asked Helen to join, as she needed “cheering up.”
She had just been to her daughter’s hen do and was still recovering. Henry, being generous, had paid for the weekend, and Helen was fed up hearing about it.
A bonfire was set up near the dark shadows of the trees, which rustled a noise that had me regretting listening to Mum’s latest headless chicken story.
Mum turned up in the early afternoon, along with George an
