Jenny eventually emerges from hiding, enveloped in a vast towelling robe, about five sizes too large for her…
Michael’s?
Probably…
She curls up onto the settee, and Mitch descends on her in comforting angel mode, fussing at her, fluffing up cushions, smothering her with hot chocolate and cookies, pressing some book into her hand.
“Can I do anything?”
Jenny gives me a watery smile, but Mitch, just a quick shake of her head. Neither says anything more and after a few minutes, it dawns on me that I’m surplus to requirement.
“I’ll… um… I’ll go take a walk. Anything I can fetch while I’m out?”
“No, we’re fine,” says Mitch, but she flashes me a brief look of gratitude.
Hmmm…
In fact, I was rather comfortable by the fire. In the hall I hover, deciding what to do with my unsought freedom
