Chapter Eight
Fags and Wind Machines
Why Buy a Cow When You Can Get Milk in Bottles and Different Flavours?
Red left the rehearsal early, tentatively appearing in the kitchen.
The house was silent.
Was he home yet?
She flicked the kettle on, looking for signs, his jacket, the fridge . . .
That night, she had dropped Toby off at the library for his first meeting with Helmut.
With a “let’s see what this German knob has to say,” Toby jumped out of the car, gave a tentative slam, and headed into the library, a place he haunted with requests for “saving the planet” books.
Red was desperate to find out how it all went. She poured herself a coffee, slid on the TV, and wondered: Was she doing the right thing?
She had met Helmut several times, and so had Toby. Toby liked Helmut and saw hi
