CHAPTER TEN
A month after Tony had first visited me, the arrangements for our holiday had been organised and we were finally on our way to the Azores for two weeks.
We’d picked up a flight from Gatwick Airport and were spending three nights in Lisbon, before catching our next flight to the islands.
It was the first time Liz had ever been on a plane and she was absolutely terrified. At the airport, even though it was very early in the morning, she’d had to be calmed down with a couple of stiff drinks. And on the plane, she'd looked like a corpse - sitting bolt upright with her eyes wide open, barely blinking. She’d refused to peer out of the window and wouldn’t eat a thing. Before we took off, she carefully watched the flight attendant as she demonstrated the safety points. She screeched
