There was a knock on the front door. At first Ginny didn’t respond. Then, knowing she was alone in the house she went downstairs to answer it and was surprised to find Rosalind on the doorstep.
‘Harriet’s in her studio,’ she said blandly.
‘It’s you I’ve come to see,’ Rosalind said, holding her gaze with a closed mouth smile.
Ginny ushered her inside. She couldn’t help noticing Rosalind glance at her suitcase as she crossed the threshold. Rosalind made no comment. She went through to the living room, Ginny following on behind.
There were a few moments of hesitation as they both stood, some feet apart, Ginny on the Kashan rug, Rosalind closer to the sofas. Rosalind cast an eye about the room and seemed about to sit down when she changed her mind and pointed to the kitchen. ‘Shall we go t
