Chapter Twenty
The limo parked outside the Lochfeta Boarding House, and in silence, the women got out. Rodger, uninvited, followed hoping for a chance to explain, a chance to win Nefertiti around, and hopefully a bed for the night. He pulled the wheelchair from the boot and helped Beatrice in.
Rona saw the limo from her lounge, ‘Here they come,’ she said to Derek and raced to the front door. Sheryl didn’t even have a chance to knock.
Rona opened the door looking for gossip about beefy wrestlers and belly dancing, and came across Sheryl mournfully standing in an overcoat, and a grim-looking Nefertiti tapping half a whip against her thigh. Rona was just about to say, ‘Come in,’ when Beatrice pushed her way through on a screeching wheelchair, with bits of Sheryl’s skirt and the rest of the
