Chapter Two – Maureen O'SullivanIt was Thursday. For Grace, this was the most important day of the week as, at 11am sharp, she would set off down the hill to the hairdressing salon in town where, for an hour and a half, she could forget about the guest house, drink Camp coffee with frothy milk and catch up on the weekly gossip. It had been fairly ordinary morning so far, with only one guest to cook breakfast for but, as was her habit, Grace still bustled around tidying and plumping.
“Are you sure you won't have another cup of tea Mr. Brown?” she urged, teapot poised, fussing around the lone gentleman sitting stiffly at the smallest table.
“Not for me, thank you Mrs. Thomas”, the old man replied, gently placing a hand over the top of his empty teacup, “I have a long journey home, so I sho
