Bernadette left. Nick went back in to the kitchen and cleared the washed-up crockery and cutlery away, ready for tomorrow’s service. He had lots to think about, but mostly he would think about Georgia.
“Evey,” said Henry Werner, “do you mind if we take a walk? It’s a bit busy in here for my liking. And what I’m going to tell you is of a sensitive nature.”
Evelyn nodded her understanding and shuffled out of the window booth seat she’d reserved for the meeting. “Sure, Henry,” she said, picking up her bag and leading Werner out of the coffee shop, saying goodbye to Jean, the children’s author, as she left. She waved to Tom and Janice, too, who were both busy serving customers.
Evelyn walked along Sydney Road, talking generally with Werner until they decided to walk to the seafront. Once th
