Wednesday 30th August – morningThe next day I am determined to bump into Sarah to find out what happened. I spend the morning doing housework, keeping an eye on the stairwell every now and then, in case Sarah, on the floor below, comes out. I even go to our car-park to see if her car is there. Yes, it is. She is still in. At about eleven o’clock, I hear her talking to the children outside her front door. I quickly put on my outdoor shoes and run downstairs.
“Hi, Sarah. I’m nipping out to get some horseradish sauce for Humphrey’s steak this evening. Always something missing, isn’t there?”
“We’re going to town. The children are starting school on Friday. We need to get some last-minute things. It’s never-ending...”
“Yes, back to school already. Pity their summer break is over. No more bar
