Chapter Five
Rather unexpectedly, Sally didn’t say much when she greeted Richard at home. “Hi Richard, I trust it went well this morning.”
“Yes thanks. The language practice was productive, as usual with those girls.”
“Good. We’re having bread and cheese for lunch. Come and sit down when you’re ready.”
‘Looks like they haven’t phoned yet. Maybe they won’t. I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it,’ thought Richard as he sat on the downstairs toilet with his stools plopping out like lead weights.
The meal passed pleasantly enough. Small talk whilst eating and listening to The World at One on Radio Four. As they sat there, Richard on edge, hoping the phone wouldn’t ring, he was carefully studying Sally. She spoke to him in her normal, quiet, refined Home Counties accent whilst eating he
