SEVEN
After dinner, Darren helped Emma with the washing up, whilst in the front room, Chaise engaged Reece in virtual tennis.
“So, he just appeared on the doorstep?”
Emma nodded, stacking the plates. “I had no idea he was coming. He told me he was going to stay with his Aunty Doris, but of course she’s no longer with us, so he had no choice I suppose.”
“I thought you said he was working in Spain?” She nodded, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. “So, how did he find our address?”
“I don’t know, Darren. Why? What’s the problem?” She put her dishcloth down on the draining board and glared at him. “He’s my brother, I can’t just say, ‘Oh hi, haven’t seen you in ten years, but you can’t stay for long’.”
“But he can’t stay for long, can he? We haven’t got the room.”
“I don’t think h
