THE FRUSTRATING DAY finally ended and Rafferty went home to Abra. He stopped to pick up an Indian takeaway on the way after ringing home to check that she hadn’t made a start on dinner: he liked to get takeaways several times a week to save Abra from cooking. She worked all day, as did he, but she invariably got home before him, so she generally started preparing the evening meal.
Abra was glad to see him. ‘And you’ve brought our dinner, too. Well done, that man. Brownie points for you.’
‘Tell God and he can put it on the plus side of his Great Book.’ Rafferty told her as he led the way into the kitchen. ‘Any news on your flat sale?’
‘Yes. I had an offer on it today,’ Abra told him as he began to dish up.
Abra had her own flat, on St Mark’s Road, which she’d bought before she’d met him
