LATE ONE NIGHT, SPIKE knocked on apartment one.
Kate checked through the peephole to see who it was. She was anxious, but still she opened the door ever so slightly.
Clearly, she was hesitant to let him in. So, Spike stepped back to give her space and disarmed her with a well-meaning smile.
‘Winnie and I have two of most things. You could help us by taking them off our hands, you’ll save us the cost of storage, too. If you don’t mind ...’
Before Kate could say a word, a little voice said from behind, ‘Would you have a writing table for me?’ Then, little Liam’s head popped between Kate and the door
Spike replied in a heartbeat.
‘Yes, and two little chairs to go with it.’ All the while thinking: he hadn’t seen a small writing table since he was five. He’d buy it if he had to, that wou
