As I was packing, Madeleine arrived with travel gadgets – blow-up pillows, eye masks, drink bottles, lip salves that spilled across my dining room table.
“Freebies,” she announced, “from one of my clients.”
“No problem going away?”
“James can handle the business with his eyes closed.”
Madeleine had built her landscape-design business to a level that she now employed staff.
“I’ll probably become obsolete,” she added.
“Hardly,” I said, and meant it. My sister was the creative and business genius behind Gorgeous Gardens.
“So…” She arranged the items on the table distractedly. “I didn’t ask you what you found out about Kos.”
“Not much.” I told her the little I knew.
She rifled through her handbag to produce a notebook that she waved at me.
“What’s this?” I took it from her.
“The fru
