CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The travel kettle came to the boil. Audrey popped a Yorkshire teabag in a mug and poured on the boiling water. She was fired up. She had a plan. Her hand went to turn on her Philips radio to listen to Radio 2, but she did not press the button, preferring the sound of her own mind rather than the distraction of lively chat.
She blew her tea and thought about Robert and his friend Mini, who had been killed on the humpback bridge; and the two older boys who had tried to claw their way out of the swirling torrent. She thought about the boys’ parents, especially Robert’s, and could not contain the tears that rolled, unchecked, down her cheeks. She also thought about the ghost that Robert had seen. Who was he? Was he really a ghost? Do they actually exist? She sipped her tea
