Chapter 15
Dan topped up the teapot while Mick plonked a dish of pancakes down in the middle of the kitchen table. ‘Eat up.’ Dan put a pancake on his plate, and another one on Jack’s. Where was Clare? He’d hoped they could walk down to the clinic together.
It was a week since Clare had started doing mornings at the surgery. Two hours, that’s all it was, roughly from nine until eleven, but already she’d brought a degree of order to what was formerly chaos.
So far Jack hadn’t been a problem. There was nothing the little boy enjoyed more than spending time with the horses, so Mick took him along on his morning paddock rounds. When Mick was done, or Jack had had enough, the pair would come by the clinic. Mick would always take Jack into the room serving as the hospital ward. Here lived th
