walked to the window and leaned on the sill. Over to the left she could see the church set in its grounds, while immediately opposite, at the end of a long, rambling garden, was the handsome stone house theyâd assumed to be the vicarage. Nearer the wall, about a third of the way down the garden, an overgrown summerhouse nestled against the hedge.
âThereâs a clock radio by the bed,â Nuala was saying, âand if youâd like television, you could borrow the small portable from the kitchen.â
âI think I can manage two nights a week without one,â Rona smiled, turning from the window. âI spend most evenings working, anyway. What would be useful, though, would be a small table for my laptop and an upright chair, if thatâs possible.â
âOf course â no problem.â
âWell, if youâre prepared to take me on, Iâd be more than happy to come.â
âWe havenât mentioned finances,â Nuala began tentatively, âbut Iâve not really had time toââ
âIf it would help, I could pay for the whole week,â Rona offered, and as Nuala started to protest, she went on quickly, âYouâll be holding it for me even when Iâm not here, which means you canât let it to anyone else.â
âI wouldnât even consider it,â Nuala said firmly. âAs I said, this is a new venture, and no oneâs likely to be queuing up.â
âIf youâre sure then. Incidentally, will it be bed and breakfast, or would an evening meal be available? If not, it doesnât matter; Iâm sure I could eat at the pub.â
Nuala lifted her shoulders helplessly. âAgain, this has all happened so quickly, Iâve not thought it through. But youâd be welcome to eat with us, if that would help?â
âItâd be fine, if you donât mind. I donât want to impose on your family life, but as I said, Iâd spend the evenings working in my room so I shouldnât get in your way. As to your charges, why donât we leave it till youâve had a chance to discuss them with someone?â
Nuala Banks looked relieved. âThat would be great, thanks. Iâll let you know in a day or two. Have you any idea when we can expect you?â
Rona glanced at Max. âIt wonât be this coming week â Iâve a few things to sort out. How about a week on Monday, which will be â what? â the sixteenth? Itâll always be Monday and Tuesday nights thatââ
She broke off as a voice from downstairs called loudly, âMum? Thereâs a dog tied to the gate. Did you know?â
They smiled at each other and moved out on to the landing, looking down at the boy who stood with a foot on the bottom stair. He had his motherâs dark hair and eyes and was dressed in some kind of camouflage outfit.
âJungle warfare,â Nuala Banks explained softly. Then, raising her voice, âThis is Mr and Mrs Allerdyce, Will, and the dog belongs to them. Mrs Allerdyce will be staying with us for a couple of nights a week, though sheâll leave the dog at home. Say hello to her.â
âHi,â the boy said, suddenly shy.
âHello, Will. And itâs Rona, if thatâs OK?â
He nodded, standing aside for them as they came downstairs. Rona handed Nuala her card, and it was agreed that the terms should be decided by telephone over the next few days.
They were halfway down the path when Max turned back to ask about a parking space across the road.
âOfficially thereâs one per house, and three set aside for visitors, but not everyone has a car. There shouldnât be a problem.â
With the final detail settled, they untied the patently relieved Gus and made their way back to the pub for lunch.
âApparently that woman who did the school archives lives in Marsborough,â Rona said, spearing a rogue tomato.
âFate!â Max