CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Malcolm stirred, and he felt Audrey wake in his arms.
‘Are you okay?’ she whispered.
‘I have to go.’ He kissed her.
‘Don’t leave. I want to see the sunrise with you.’
‘I have to go to the bogs.’
‘Bogs?’
‘The little boys’ room.’
‘Bogs. I’ve not heard you call it that before.’
‘Ah, well, there’s a reason for that – it’s this house.’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘After I graduated from Oxford, I taught English and drama for a short while up at the old school. It was an interim job before I got into marketing.’ He leant in to kiss her again but couldn’t locate her lips. ‘I won’t be long. Don’t go anywhere!’
Malcolm eased his way off the narrow bed and slipped on his boxer shorts and T-shirt. He felt his way along the wall to the door and turned the knob. Pale light spil
