Beryl stomped and stormed in the garden.
“Is anyone there?” shouted Bunnie.
Beryl stopped and looked at the shed.
“I said . . . is anyone there?” Bunnie huffed. “I’ve friggin’ had enough of this . . . Don!” she yelled. “Don!”
Don!“Just a second,” yelled Don. “Mum’s on the phone.”
Beryl walked into the mess of a shed, a moan on the tip of her tongue. She caught sight of Izzie perched on Bunnie’s lap and softened.
Bunnie eyed Beryl’s glum face.
“What’s eating you?” she said. “You’ve a face like a smacked arse.”
“Mum,” Don shouted off-screen. “I can’t visit just now. Lockdown, remember?” He appeared on the screen, ear to the phone. “Apparently there’s an Alien,” he said to Bunnie. Then, catching sight of Beryl, he disappeared again. “Mum, what’s the good of me peering in the window .
