Chapter 20
Sunday morning and something was up. All through breakfast, Dan had looked like the cat that ate the cream. Clare studied Grandad. To go by the grin on his face, he was in on it as well. Clare helped Jack to another sausage. ‘Okay, you two. What gives?’
‘Never you mind, Clare Bear,’ said Grandad. It was the first time he’d used his old pet name for her. Clare felt like she was about ten again. ‘You always were too inquisitive for your own good.’
Something about the name caught Jack’s fancy. He climbed onto her lap, put his nose against hers and stared into her eyes. ‘Clare Bear, Clare Bear, Clare Bear,’ he chanted in a deep voice that made her laugh. When Jack went back to his seat, he looked around as if searching for something. The little boy lifted the cloth and peered ben
