She’d been to the train station first to rent a locker; the ones that nobody paid much heed to anymore and which, for the most part, had fallen into disuse. Hardly anyone else seemed to use them these days, so she’d seized the opportunity. She’d paid in cash, carefully avoiding the use of her credit card. Herbert routinely scrutinised their bank statements, to make doubly sure that the bank manager (whom he’d never trusted) had not somehow deprived him of his monthly interest fee, and that his direct debits were taken on precisely the right date for the right amount.
preciselyHer locker secured, she’d started – ahead of her daily walks with Nelly – to smuggle things out of the house; small, inconsequential items, the kind Herbert wouldn’t notice. She’d wanted to make sure that she’d have
