Chapter 12: Cat“What are you doing?” Cat’s voice surprised him. He hadn’t heard her come in behind him.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” he replied irritably, without turning round. “I’m peeling the bloody potatoes.”
She came over and stood beside him, hands in her pockets. “For dinner?” she said.
“Yes. Thought it was something I could do while Sal went to the shops.”
She nodded and continued to watch him silently.
Over the last few weeks she had started coming in for a meal in the evening after everyone else went home and she’d begun to use the bathroom rather than the antiquated earth-closet out behind the barn. The farm workers had done as he’d asked and let her be in her holt at the end of the barn and she’d returned the lack of interference by gradually coming out more and mor
