‘That black shape used to plague me, you know. Coming between me and the sky. But now we’re getting better news of Trix, somehow the threat of it has disappeared.’
She wished she didn’t have to be reminded. Of course she was relieved Trix was mending but she was weary of her ghostly presence in their lives.
As they reached the steps where light fell on the heavy pots of geraniums, she paused to tidy away a broken stem. Rising with the scarlet flowers between her fingers, she called her husband back. Making for his study across the atrium, Rud turned, eyebrows raised, then his concentration gave way to a smile as he took a spray of scarlet from her hand.
‘I think I’ll just drop a line to Rhodes,’ with these words he turned away, the door closing behind him. Biting her lip, Carrie looked
