Chapter 6
On Thursday morning, Linda Hastings telephoned at nine o'clock, precisely like she always did.
"Are you sure this isn't a bother?" I asked.
"I'd be grateful to get out of the house," Linda said. "You have no idea what it's like to be dependent upon other people to get around!"
"Pippa helps the librarian read to the younger kids from ten to eleven," I said. "If you come, she can stay and play while I slip out for my job interview."
"Did you tell Adam?" Linda asked.
I grew silent.
"I don't want to complicate things," I said softly. "He's already got so much on his mind."
In the background, two orphaned fruit bats squeaked for their bottles.
"Okay," Linda said. "I'll make an excuse for you to Pippa. But you'll have to tell him if you get the job."
"I gave Adam my word that
