"It"s the wrong way around, Lola. I"ve been trying to put it to one side, but how can Eva be looking for Annie, rather than Annie looking for Eva? Should we try to answer this before moving on, or do we let it go?" Gabe was standing by the fireplace with his arm resting on the only spare inch of the mantelpiece not obscured by Lola"s collections of strange items. His arm was almost grazing a tiny milk jug and an old clay pipe and I wondered if one would soon be dislodged and end up in a hundred pieces on the hearth.
I was sitting on one side of the fire and Lola on the other. It was a rare event to be in the sitting room, as we mostly roosted in the kitchen, and an experience brought about by a considerable amount of shuffling and re-arranging.
"I"ve been thinking about this a lot,"she m
