CHAPTER SEVEN
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“HELLO, DEAR! HAVE YOU just come back from work?” Mrs Stevens, leaning on the sash, asked her neighbour Miss McNeil. The young woman had just parked her car in front of the house.
“Oh, aye, I’ve had a really busy day. A new book hit the market and I think it’ll become a bestseller soon. A lot of people came to the shop just to buy that book. Believe me, it was difficult to satisfy all the requests. I can’t be everywhere at once, unfortunately. Now, enough about me. I don’t want to annoy you with that. What have you done today? Have you had any pains?”
“A little, love,” the old woman admitted. “You’re very nice to ask. Will you have tea with me or do you have other plans in mind?”
Bryony McNeil thought about her neighbour’s proposition. The truth was she was awfu
