James
David leaves. Michael considers the slip of paper in his hand. Richard and Beth sit in silence, listening loudly.
“So… what do we tell Charlotte?” I say.
“Nothing.” Michael stuffs the paper into a pocket. “I’m going to drive across there tomorrow and see what the area looks like. I don’t want a repeat of last time; going all the way there to find nothing but a car park and a supermarket. It would break her heart.”
“You’re not planning on knocking on the door?”
“No, that wouldn’t be right. But I want to check at least that there’s a door to knock on.”
“Fair enough.”
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