We head back out into the living room where everyone pretends, we aren’t there, one of my mother’s Pilates friends calling her over as she bustles away quickly. Without a second glance at the man who is still beside me, I storm through the crowd, toward the buffet and start grabbing everything within reach, no one is stopping me eating a third time!
Once my plate is piled as high as I can get it without starting a pastry based avalanche, I move through the crowd toward the outer edge of the room, careful to watch for a certain someone who I do NOT want to speak to again.
I spot Sam off to one side, he’s chewing on a finger sandwich as he talks to someone I can’t quite see. He looks uncomfortable and as I get closer, I realise why, it’s Mrs Parkins, the old woman has her talons wrapped ar
