Chapter Nineteen
The Prodigy
“There is a spice for every occasion, but not every occasion requires spice.”
The house was in darkness when I arrived home. I walked into the kitchen, dumped Amanda’s takeaway on the bench, and switched on the kettle.
I was staring at my empty freezer, wondering who had eaten all the bread, when Mavis came in. I listened to her plod about the kitchen like she had no idea where the tea was.
“Aren’t you worried?” I said. “I mean how many times can a couple fall out?”
She laughed and muttered about “wedding nerves” but I could tell she was tense; she was opening and shutting each cupboard and staring.
I told her to sit down, that I would make the tea, but she didn’t listen and continued to look.
“The tea is in the same place,” I said.
She ignored me and
