Soom fed her baby and then walked her around the house patting her back in an effort to bring up any wind that had gone down with the milk as it invariably did, and then she put her down for an afternoon nap in her pushchair, so that she could be taken out into the garden.
Soom wanted to sit in the outside kitchen and think about her problem, hoping to get clarity of thought and even inspiration from the flowers and trees growing there. It was certainly a tranquil spot in the afternoon when most of the neighbours were either working, shopping or playing games in the school’s grounds.
She could clearly see Craig at his desk not ten metres away through the smoked glass, but he was neither a disturbance nor a distraction.
She checked Shell again and, satisfied that she was asleep, started
