CHAPTER 32
THE NEXT MORNING, well, almost lunchtime, I only had time for a quick breakfast with Lottie and Tia before my phone rang. My worries about finding the kitchen had proved unfounded because Lottie had come to my room to get me before I’d finished dressing.
“Dr. Fielding? How’s Marjorie?”
“I keep asking you to call me Wilfred. And Marjorie’s much improved, thank you.”
Try as I might, calling him by his first name seemed to imply a lack of respect from me. “Did she have the operation?”
“It went as smoothly as we could have hoped.”
“Thank goodness.”
Dr. Fielding blew out a breath. “How was Iraq?”
“It was—”
“Honestly, Chess, I didn’t realise they wanted me to go straight out there. A trip was mentioned, but I thought we’d have a few days first.”
It was done now. And while I
