CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
They climbed the staircase to see Trudy sitting at the iron table. She was still in her dressing gown, a towel wrapped round her head.
“Oh.” She seemed a little surprised to see them. “You’re back already.”
Megan rushed towards her and threw herself onto her mother’s lap. “I got a tortoise, Mummy, look!” She thrust it into her face.
Trudy instinctively pulled away, and the jug of water before her went flying.
Philip had slumped down on the cushions. It was impressive the way he wriggled to the edge so as not to get wet, without really looking up from his screen.
“Want me to get a towel?” Justin asked.
Megan was wailing in delight, swinging on her mum, keeping her feet high. Trudy was trying to defend her more delicate regions from the flying feet. She spared Jus
