Four
Terry answered the telephone and listened in stunned silence as the caller explained the situation to him. He hung up without having said another word after his initial words of greeting.
Helen came into the kitchen from the bathroom as he was hanging up the phone. She’d slipped on a tee shirt but hadn’t bothered with anything else.
She looked at Terry standing naked next to the fridge, with his shoulders slumped in line with the angle of droop of his spent member, and his face as white as the bench-top.
‘What’s happened?’
‘They found Grandpa. He’s dead.’
‘What about Toby? Where’s Toby?’
Helen’s hands went to her face. It was just as well she’d had a pee, otherwise she would have wet herself while she waited for him to respond.
‘She said they found his backpack in Grandpa’s va
