BACK IN HER ROOM IN her flat, Amelia pulled out her mobile and flopped on the bed. It was the middle of the night in Australia and Arthur was surely asleep, but she’d had been an aggravating day and wanted to reach out.
I don’t know how your sister doesn’t go mad, she texted Arthur. Or anyone forced to sit through a bloody committee meeting on saving the bees.
She was surprised when a reply came almost immediately. Bees are very important.
I know that. You know that. I don’t need a committee meeting to tell me that.
Surely it wasn’t that bad, Arthur replied.
She was eventually going to have to have a talk to him about minimizing her reactions to things. There were sandwiches shaped like bees.
After a moment, her mobile chimed again. Where are you now?
At home. Why?
May I call you?
