CHAPTER NINE
Glowing from her hours on the beach, Leah walked up Trenown Close and was about to let herself into number 36 when she decided to call next door and ask if her elderly neighbour needed any shopping doing.
Nat looked delighted to see her. “What I’d really love is a cherry scone from the baker’s. Will you have one with me if I give you the money?” she offered. “I’ve run out of milk, too, and I know you take milk in your tea, so put that on the list as well. I gave Nina the last of it.” So that was why the white cat had been daintily washing her whiskers in the front garden.
Fifteen minutes later Leah was back, having managed to bag the last two cherry scones in the shop. After Leah had made the tea, they settled comfortably in Nat’s conservatory.
“I really do wish I had your
