‘That’s not good news!’ Dion’s voice contrasted sharply with his grandfather’s. ‘I was hoping you’d stay.’ He’d said it without guile and Audrey felt certain that this would always be the way with him. ‘Don’t we?’ he continued, looking at Quin for support who smiled at him.
‘Audrey has to get back to work, remember?’ Quin said, passing her a fleeting glance.
Work. How dull that sounded to her. Audrey could feel a heaviness around her heart as she pictured herself presenting at tomorrow’s meeting—if she ever got there.
Work‘I’m afraid so, Dion. But thank you. I’m disappointed, too,’ she added.
‘Then stay.’
‘Enough, enough, Dion.’ Rosa clapped her hands as though conducting primary school children. ‘I get your clothes, Audrey. How long until ferry, Quin?’
‘Fifty minutes. It will only t
