Chapter EightLater on Jenny dropped Lawrence off at his house. Claire opened the door and her face lit up when she saw them both standing there. “Good news,” she said straight away. “It's Charley – he's as bright as a button! Lawrence, go and see him; he's in the garden, playing with an old sock, or something.”
Whooping with joy, Lawrence took off at a run, and Jenny laughed as he disappeared down the hallway. “It's so good to see him like that. When did Charley recover?”
“Almost as soon as you set off for your walk. Do you want to come in for a coffee or something?”
“No, thanks. I have to get myself ready for my new job. It starts tomorrow.”
“Oh wow, congratulations.” She thought for a moment, “Hey, look, I'm having a dinner party tomorrow night with my sister and her husband – why do
