Chapter 13
“I’m sorry,” he tried again. “I’ll try and remember to ask. It’s hard for me.”
Her expression softened. “I know. I know it is, sweetheart. But you can’t expect things to go back to normal just like that. You nearly died, Laurie!” She swiped at her eyes with both hands. Sally never cried. She prided herself on it. “You nearly died and I wasn’t here, I was getting Auntie’s stupid cottage ready for stupid Mr McManus and I wasn’t here!”
He was bewildered. “But you never help with the dipping anyway,” he said.
“Oh, don’t be ridiculous!” she spat, illogically, and turned back to the range. “Eat your bacon!” She plated up the contents of the frying pan on one of the blue and white chipped willow-pattern plates and banged it down on the table in front of him.
“Sally.” He caught her hand before she could move away. “I’m really sorry. I am. I’ll try harder.”