Chapter Eleven
With his jacket over the apron, Ian was still only half dressed, but he felt confident enough like this to clean the front windows first. At some point he would have to discard his forbidden extra layer, in case the girls came home early. It would be better to do the back windows and the hovering then.
He stood on the chair glancing nervously around, trying to work out if any of the neighbours could see his impromptu display. To Ian’s great relief, all seemed quiet outside.
It was slow work. The restricting length of ribbon meant moving the chair continuously.
As he was finishing the top part of the second to last pane, he saw two women walking by, pushing strollers. They looked up in his direction, stopped and began an amused conversation. He tried to get down but the r
