“It'll be alright,” said Anne. “You'll see. Joey will come around.”
“I hope so,” said Sally, sadly. “I know it's not his fault. He's only a little boy and he doesn't understand.” She paused for a few moments. “Mrs Roberts,” she said eventually, “I think it would be best if I went home, at least for today. It's Christmas Day and my being here is spoiling it for everyone. I really can't let that happen, I know how much you've been looking forward to spending Christmas together. I've prepared the lunch and the table is all set in the dining room. You can take over now. You don't need me.”
“Please, Sally, you can't go. Bill needs you,” Anne pleaded. “Even I can see that it would break his heart if you leave now.”
However, Sally hadn't heard. She was already making her way upstairs.
Anne hu
