CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
Georgie broke off from researching her latest article and listened to the sounds coming from the courtyard – the new norm after only a month: thuds, exclamations and the creak of chains on timber, as her housemate pounded a boxing bag attached to the verandah.
The dog gave a playful bark-howl, and she heard Maz say, ‘You wanna see fancy?’ A belly laugh, then a set of pummelling followed, punctuated by Molly’s deep woofs. Apparently, Georgie wasn’t the only one happy to have someone else around the house again, and the bonus of her boxing instructor living in was extra one-on-one practice; Georgie was getting better, definitely not punching like a pansy anymore.
Her mind drifted as she absently stroked a thumb across her mobile phone. She jumped when the back door bang
