A CHANGE IN PLAN
It was a Friday afternoon, early December; darkness shrouded Belfast for most of the day. Meg arrived at work cloaked in it and was enfolded by it again when she left.
She finished a letter to a supplier in the quiet of the empty office, the last letter of the week. Mr Worthy had left unusually early, and no sooner was he out the door than she consulted the railway timetable, and found an earlier train she could catch to Portrush.
The office telephone rang, startling Meg in the quiet. If it’s him, it’s a lucky thing I’m still here to answer.“Mr Worthy’s office, Margaret Preston speaking.”
“It’s me, Mary.”
“Mary!”
Mary spoke low and quick. “I can’t stay on the line long. I’m on the post office telephone, not in the house. We were evicted from the house and the cottage
