CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
The next day Justin overslept. By the time he surfaced from his pit, the others had all gone out.
He ordered some coffee from the reception and set about to enjoy a lazy morning smoking dope and reading his book.
At lunchtime, he went out for a snack shortly before they came back. By the time he returned they’d gone again.
It wasn’t until late afternoon they caught up with each other.
Trudy appeared at the top of the stairs looking refreshed, radiant and beautiful.
“You look great,” he told her.
“Thanks.”
She was laden down with grocery bags and looked so good he went to help.
“You’ve been shopping.”
“Yes,” Megan said. “We’ve got tomatoes, cucumber, crab meat, and what else have we got, Mummy?”
“Justin will put it all out on the table. Then you can see,” she
