say.â
âOh?â
âIâd like to turn the box room into an en suite shower room.â
If he was surprised that, alone in the house for the first time, she suddenly felt in need of a second bathroom, he did not say so.
âCanât see why not,â he replied cautiously.
âAnd the reason, in case youâre wondering, is that Iâm thinking of taking in paying guests.â
He put down his knife and fork and stared at her. âAvril, you donât have to do that! God, you know Iâd neverââ
âI
want
to, Tom. It will be nice to have people coming and going, and to get to know them, and everything.â
He could think of nothing to say.
âAnd before you issue dire warnings,â she went on â how well she could read him, after all their years together! â âI shall vet them very carefully. Iâd thought at first of someone from the primary school â theyâre always wanting rooms for staff â but then I decided Iâd prefer a young couple, perhaps help them out while theyâre saving for their own home.â
He gave her a wry grin, and she remembered, painfully, what it was she had loved about him. âSo as soon as youâve got rid of me, youâll revamp the guest room?â
She smiled back. âSomething like that.â She took a sip of coffee. âYouâve no objections, then?â
âWhat right have I to make objections? If youâre sure thatâs what you want, I think itâs an excellent idea.â
âThatâs settled, then,â she said with satisfaction.
Springfield Veterinary Centre was in Deanâs Crescent North, only a couple of doors up from Maxâs cottage, Farthings. Normally, Rona walked there, but out of deference to the invalid she took the car, parking it alongside Farthings in the narrow alleyway leading to Maxâs garage.
Bob Standing, one of the partners and a fan of Gus, removed the bandage and examined the wound.
âHealing nicely,â he observed. âI donât think the odd lick will do any damage now â might even help â so we can remove this protrusion. There,â he continued, putting action to his words, âthatâs better, isnât it, old man?â
Gus replied by shaking himself vigorously, then giving his neck a good scratch.
âRelief all round,â Rona said. âIâve hated having to leave him at home all the time; heâs just not used to it. Is there anything I should do?â
âIt wouldnât hurt to bathe the area at night with a weak solution of salt and water, just till the end of the week, say. It would help ward off anything he might have picked up during the day. And if you have any worries, bring him back and weâll have another look at him. Heâs finished the antibiotics, I presume?â
âLast night, yes. I donât know which of us was more delighted.â
Bob Standing laughed. âRight, weâll sign you both off, then. Give my regards to Max.â
Surprisingly, Rona found Max in the living room of the cottage, frowning at his laptop. Normally when she called, he was up in the studio surrounded by blaring music from the stereo. She wasnât used to silence at Farthings.
âHello,â she said from the doorway. âWhat are you up to?â
He turned quickly. âOh, hi.â His glance fell to Gus, who came trotting forward to greet him. âHello, fellow! Minus that awful collar, I see.â
âBob says heâs healing nicely.â Rona had come into the room, and now saw that the laptop screen was displaying the web page of a bargain airline.
âThinking of leaving me?â she asked lightly.
Max followed her gaze. âOh, that. Itâs something Iâve been meaning to tell you. No,â he added with a grin, ânot that Iâm leaving you. Itâs Father.â
âWhat about him?â Rona asked