Charlotte walked home with Rosie. The afternoon had been much quieter than the morning, allowing them to catch up on cleaning and restocking. Charlotte had dashed to the bank to deposit the last few days’ takings.
There’d been no more talk about Octavia and, Rosie, although quiet, had regained her composure. When she’d asked Charlotte if she’d like to come over to visit the cats and have a drink, there was no hesitation in answering yes.
At the roundabout they stopped to stare at the fully decorated tree. It was a wonderful sight with its dark green foliage and fairy lights just visible in the still bright afternoon sunshine. “This is what a town tree should be!” Charlotte exclaimed.
“Does River’s End do this?” Rosie started off again and they crossed the road.
“No idea. I arrived earl
