Chapter 30
Sunday morning, and she and Tom would be living under the same roof by nightfall. Clare had been gearing up to ask whether he could come and stay, but before she did, her grandfather had made the offer. I’ve given the back room to Tom, he’d said. It makes sense for him to be here. She could have kissed him. The thought of having Tom so close all of the time sent a quiver through her. Clare poured herself a cup of tea. ‘Want another cuppa, Grandad?’
‘No thanks, love. Got a bit of a headache. I’m going to have a lie down.’
He’d had too many headaches lately. Clare took her tea onto the verandah as Tom’s jeep came up the drive. He’d already made a trip to bring his things over from Bonnie’s. He certainly travelled light. One suitcase, two green garbage bags full of who-knew-what
