CHAPTER 25
It’s Mrs Montgomery’s birthday. To celebrate turning seventy she brings a bumper box of donuts in various flavours. We eat them during our tea break and all have sticky hands and mouths when we’re finished.
“Are you looking forward to the writer’s retreat Louise?” Esther Montgomery asks.
“I’m a little nervous,” I reply, “four days seems a long time to be in a strange place writing.”
“I’ve googled the place you’re staying,” Marvin says, flipping his phone round so we can all see. “It’s a big fancy hotel slap bang in the countryside.”
“It’s beautiful,” coos Raveena. “You’ll have plenty of inspiration there Lou.”
“Yes.” I say, wiping my fingers on a stray napkin I’ve found. “The peace and quiet will hopefully enable me to finish my book.”
“Excellent,” Marvin’s grin is
