Chapter Three
As it happened, when Rafferty got home, he found he didn’t need to break the news to Abra after all. His Ma hadn’t wasted any time after staking her claim on his spare rooms that morning and had used her key to ensconce the visitors in Rafferty’s home. And he’d been right, there were four of them. Never one to waste an amenity, she had made the unilateral decision that his second spare bedroom was just the thing.
Abra was forced to employ only a fierce whisper to berate him as she dished up the hastily organised home delivery meal that evening.
‘You knew about this and you didn’t tell me?’ she accused as she spooned up the Balti Chicken.
‘No I didn’t,’ Rafferty whispered back. ‘Ma sprung it on me out of the blue this morning. But she never mentioned that she was bringing
