A roar goes up from the dartboard. Bill, a local farmer I’ve gotten to know, turns and spots me walking toward the bar.
“Olivia!” he shouts. “At last! We need you on our team!”
“In a sec!” I call over my shoulder. “Hi,” I say as I reach Nathaniel. “Nice shirt.”
“Hi,” he says casually. “Good trip?”
“Not bad.” I nod. Nathaniel lifts up the bar for me to come through, his eyes searching my face as though for clues.
“So … is it over?”
“Yes.” I put my arms around him and hug him tight. “It’s over.”
And at that moment, I truly believe it is.
Twenty-three
Nothing happens until lunchtime the next day.
I make the breakfast for Tanya and Eddie as usual. I hoover and dust as usual. Then I put on Janet’s apron, get out the chopping board, and start squeezing oranges. I’m going to make bitter
