Chapter 3
Sunday, Gran was on the tail of the caterers who were providing food for the dance at the centre that night. Mark and I felt we were in the way. Or rather, I wanted to get out of the way. Gran—when she was in full organisation mode—was a force to be reckoned with.
“You know, if you had a second bedroom in that house, I could come and visit you,” she said as we were getting ready to leave that morning. “It isn’t fair for you to always come over here, and I’ve got friends back home, and…”
Mark raised his eyebrows at me.
“Funny you should mention that, ’cause…” I told Gran about the plans Paul had drawn up.
“Is he a good builder?” she asked.
“The Council put in tenders for the library extension. They didn’t just go on price, but on proven performance, too. Paul got the contrac
