Chapter 14
Sun streamed through the window. Clare looked at the time and groaned. She must have forgotten to set her alarm. She dragged herself from bed and into the shower. Why had she ever agreed to help Dan out today? Why had she drunk so much, might be a better question? Last night Dan had seemed irresistible. The beer goggles effect no doubt. Still, she’d promised, and it was just this once.
In the kitchen Grandad presented her with an omelette. ‘Sorry,’ she said. ‘Don’t have time,’ Clare drained her mug of tea and downed a couple of headache tablets.
‘Good luck, love,’ said Grandad.
She waved goodbye to Jack, who was dipping toast soldiers into his soft-boiled egg.
Clare walked down to the clinic while lazy kookaburras chortled a belated dawn chorus. A car was parked out front.
