CHAPTER 7
‘Look what we’ve found!’ El sang out, kicking at the door until Meg opened it. She beamed at her friend over her laden arms.
‘Food! Fantastic!’ Meg grabbed a silver platter of sliced meat and several small roasted chickens from El, her expression changing from ecstatic to dubious as she asked, ‘Any salad? Or veg?’
‘No, nothing like that.’
‘I found some fruit.’ Stephen set down the jug he was carrying then pushed a platter in front of Meg. ‘Plums. And pears and apples.’
He carefully selected the ripest of the plums and presented it to her. She took it with a smile of thanks.
‘Maybe we should wash the fruit first?’ El suggested.
Meg paused in the act of popping the plum into her mouth.
‘The water’s probably dirtier than the fruit. They weren’t too hot on plumbing in those d
