Without preamble, Mrs. Bundy sat down at the table and went to work. “We’ll make this quick. I’m knackered.”
“Let’s do it later then,” Caroline said. “I know you’ve been working hard all day.”
“No, it’s fine,” Mrs. Bundy said. “This won’t take long. We’ll just ask one question of the stones.” She looked over at Cyril.
Caroline thought Mrs. Bundy flashed him something between a smile and a sneer. “I can tell you don’t believe, Mr. Graham. I feel your negative vibrations. If you can’t support your wife in this, who I think does believe…”
Cyril held up his hands in surrender. “All right. All right.”
Caroline said she did believe and for Bundy to continue the instructions. “Cyril will be fine. I’ll see to it, if not now then later, when I have him alone.” She patted his knee. “You’ll be a
