It was a feeble lie, but it sufficed.
“Oh, Fiona, I am so relieved,” Donald said. “I have been through Hell wondering what to do about that money.”
“Tell me about it,” Fiona suggested gently.
“My brother was got at in the end,” Donald said. “It was all much worse than I knew – I cannot tell you about it, Fiona. He got four years in prison. And it has very nearly killed my mother.”
“Poor Donald,” Fiona said, putting out a hand and touching his arm. “I am so sorry. But, please, don’t worry about my money.”
“Fiona – ” Donald said.
“You are not to think about it again,” Fiona went on.
“You are an angel,” Donald answered, squeezing her hand. “Things are so difficult at the moment. I did not sleep a wink last night wondering how I was going to tell you and trying to think how I could pos
