Chapter Four
On the fourth morning after having left the Hasekura house with his on the hoof plan of seduction in tatters and in a rage at the nature of the proposition she had put to him, Charles Fraser woke alone in a sleeping bag.
On the carpeted floor of the living-room, his eyes opened to the depressing site of a house devoid of both furnishings and, aside from him, life. Only the curtains and the carpet himself serving as a reminder that he had lived there with Louisa at all and not imagined the whole thing. Beyond the French-windows he could see the garden, patio as devoid of the usual paraphernalia of barbecue and garden furniture as the house itself was bereft of anything resembling the accoutrements that go into the making of a home.
With one day left until the new owners move
