CHAPTER 4
It’s been three weeks since Jeff’s last visit home when I finally invite Iris Richardson over.
The Richardsons live in an imposing red brick house. I crunch across the gravel driveway to the door. I ring the doorbell, but no one answers. With that failing, I return to the house, to an excited Sammy, and handwrite a note. I return to my neighbours’ door and pop the note through the letterbox on the door.
As invited, Mrs Richardson calls over the following morning at eleven. I have tried to outdo her and her clearly bought cake by baking something myself. I’ve made cherry pie – yep, as if I were suddenly living in Twin Peaks. She will probably turn her nose up at it, but that’s her problem, not mine.
From the get-go, it’s obvious that Iris is not a fan of dogs, at least not dog
