Chapter ThreeBy Monday morning, the house to the left of Catharine’s was still in darkness. Lights flicked on and off all weekend, but Lara assumed they were on a timer. The chocolate became quite floppy under the barrage from the central heating and she moved it to the fridge, where it adopted a ridged appearance under the wrapper. The word pre-loved sprang into her mind and Lara fought to get rid of it before it became any more embarrassing. She had asked Kerry in the pub on Friday night if the neighbour was away visiting grown-up children. Kerry hooted with laughter. “Grumpy git. I doubt it!”
Lara experienced anxiety about the art class and tried to cry off numerous times. Kerry remained dogged. “A deal is a deal. You’re not ditching me now!”
It was agonising. Lara was still jetlagged
