Chapter 39
They were an odd assortment, all gathered in Clare’s untidy apartment. Jack and Samson in the lounge room, attempting a game of tug-a-war with an old tea towel. Taylor on her knees, getting in their way, trying to cuddle each of them in turn without much success. Clare smiled. A lap dog and a baby doll would suit Taylor better.
Ronnie and Grandad were perched on bar stools in the kitchen, talking a dime a dozen. Who would have guessed they shared a love of antiques? For the first time ever, the place felt like a real home. Clare cleared the clutter away in the kitchen, until she could reach the huge coffee machine squatting in the corner. A present from Adam that she’d barely used, but it might impress Ronnie.
She plugged it in and tried to remember the instructions. ‘Don’t w
