This wasn’t unusual, our kids rarely surfaced before midday on a Saturday. I had no idea what the time was, I didn’t want to reach for my phone. I...didn’t want to disturb Pete but I also didn’t want him to wake and think I was messaging Liam. Had he meant what he said last night? Or was it just passion talking? Was last night all a final hurrah to twenty-one years of marriage and twenty-five years together?Twenty-five happy years together and we still loved each other, we still liked each other,. They're clever bastards. But they'll be too busy to bother about us. I hope!" said Gloria.She knew this to be over optimistic. When it became known that she had stolen those papers from Alfredo's den she would never be safe as long as she lived. But it had been worth it. Her family had worked for Edward's family for many years. Edward had been like an uncle to her and his son a sort of younger brother. There was nothing she wouldn't do to nail his murderer.Mrs FitzWalter left the two girls to. So no, Lindi Quinn really didn’t have any pathological aversion to these teeming outsiders. She simply held the small town opinion, usually kept politely to herself, that a large portion of them had the unfortunate tendency to behave like braying, jackass jackals. So she simply shook her head, and tried to ignore the noise and keep on with her reading. ‘Oh that’s so mean! Somebody should stop that.’ The speaker was Cassy Lynn, a pretty brunette who’d never had the backbone to stand up and stop. So I kept my eyes locked with hers. Neither of us said anything for a few seconds. I think she was waiting for me to speak. But then, probably brought on by my illness, I was swept by a bout of intense exhaustion, and my world slipped again into sleep. -*- “Feeling any better?” I shook myself awake as I tried to open my eyes. The world was fuzzy, but I could make out the shape of my father sitting on the edge of my bed. “Yeah,” I said, still half-asleep. At this point I had no recollection of.