CHAPTER 31
I SAT AT the white marble breakfast bar sipping a cup of strong black coffee. Opposite me, Douglas smeared low-fat, low-sodium, low-taste spread across a piece of wholemeal toast, his own cup of decaf on a coaster next to him.
When he spoke, his condescending tone left me in no doubt that I was being completely unreasonable.
“You’ve been back for two weeks now, Georgia. You can’t keep sitting around doing nothing.”
“I haven’t been doing nothing.”
“Baking and reading? That’s hardly constructive. You can’t possibly eat all those cakes—you’ll get fatter. And were you actually trying to knit? Is that what that pile of wool in the living room is? I’ll buy you knitwear, for goodness’ sakes, you don’t have to waste your time trying to make it yourself.”
“That’s not all I’ve been
