Chapter 11
Grandad placed a steaming plate of scrambled eggs before her. Jack was already shovelling great spoonfuls into his mouth, while Samson sat beside him, wolfing up the inevitable spills. A knock came at the door. ‘It’ll be Dan,’ said Grandad, with a chuckle. ‘That boy can smell breakfast a mile off.’
Clare ran her fingers hurriedly through her hair. She hadn’t expected to see anybody so early.
Dan came in and sat down beside Jack. Clare looked warily around. Friendly or not, she was still not a great fan of Red, but there was no sign of him. Soon they were all hoeing into the biggest breakfast Clare could remember. Piles of buttered toast. Bacon, tomato and grilled mushrooms the size of her hand.
‘Mick grows them in bags of compost under the house,’ said Dan, taking a second h
