Chapter Seventeen“So, this is goodbye,” Will stood in the street in his dressing gown and slippers, watching his Dad lift the suitcases into the boot of the car, “text me when you land okay?”
“Will do,” Max turned to face him, “don't forget to feed and walk the dog.”
Will yawned, “don't worry Dad, I'm on it. Besides, Mum has left me a list of to do's as long as my arm.”
An early morning jogger ran towards them and Will stepped back to let him pass. “What time is it?”
“Just gone five,” Max drew a wad of cash out of his pocket, “this is for emergencies, don't blow it all on takeaways.”
“Thanks,” Will took the money, just as his mother came bustling down the path.
“Right,” Flora said, crisply, “the washing basket is empty, the ironing is folded and put away, I've hoovered from top to bo
