CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Tina had three more days before her appearance in the magistrates’ court to face a charge of speeding and driving without due care and attention, and the inevitable loss of her licence. She decided to take a couple of hours off and drove in her VW to the hospital. She liked Malcolm and had hoped that he and Audrey would get back together.
Malcolm leant on Tina’s arm, looking frail, bent and old. A metal walking stick, supplied by the hospital, and a profound limp had removed the last vestiges of his youth.
She looked at his baggy clothes. ‘I should have bought you a size smaller.’
‘Marks & Spencer usually fit me like a glove, a glove that fits of course, but I’ve lost a bit of weight. Oh, I nearly forgot. I must pick up my wallet and mobile phone from reception. The
