AN UNSUPERVISED EXCURSION“Mr Walker! Are you enjoying your stay in our
lovely wee toon?”
To Daisy, Katrina’s question sounded unmistakably
sarcastic, but her dad took the inquiry
at face value. They were sitting in the Braemar Quality B&B’s breakfast
room the following morning. Tony had bagged them the best table, the one right
next to the French windows at the back of the house that looked out onto the
river.
Another couple—an
elderly pair who’d exchanged polite hellos with them when they came
in—were sitting at another table at the back. They looked as if they were a
permanent fixture, watery eyes and mournful expressions unchanging as they
sipped cups of tea.
Katrina, a white apron covering her flower print
dress, deposited a rack of toast on the Walkers’ table. She looked
