Chapter 14
Her father was munching toast behind his newspaper, crumbs falling onto the white napkin spread on his knee. Susan pondered. Was this a good time to ask him about the woman she had seen with him last week? Or had she left it too long? But he was always so busy, no chance had arisen before. It was now or never.
“Daddy... Who was…? I was wondering…” she began.
“Spit it out.” The newspaper crackled as he folded it into four. He glanced at the crossword, before he smiled at her encouragingly.
“Who was the woman you were talking to...?”
“Sorry?” He flicked his pen between finger and thumb.
“At your office on Friday?”
He was gazing out of the window. She followed where he was looking. Babiya was snipping the grass that bordered the path.
“You dashed out…”
“Oh her. A colleague
