Ushered into the flat by an over-attentive Joseph, Anna wanted to wander through rooms rather than sit in a chair. During the journey from hospital to home, he"d asked every few minutes if she was all right and offered to drive even slower if bumps in the road were causing her pain. Ten days away had engendered in her a kind of love for their small flat with its cheap mass-produced furniture and bland floor tiles.
"Cup of tea?" Joseph asked, releasing her arm as she sank onto yellow vinyl.
"Yes please, and a biscuit, if there is one."
"Arnott"s Monte Carlo, I bought them specially."
Anna beamed. "Thanks, darling, you"re so thoughtful."
"No more than you deserve. You"ve been through hell."
"Tough for you, too, worrying about me and the baby."
"Yep." He stood shifting his weight from
