nd it pretty much sucks.’ Abby slid into one of the kitchen chairs and began laying out the pastries on the platter Rose had put ou

g like you, not have a date?’ Rose raised eyeb

people in this town tend to give me a wide berth. When my mum died, I became a bit of a loner and people are just used

er know what to say, especially younger folks.’ Rose lifted her mug and turned it in her palms, enjoying the

.’ Abby jested. ‘What, are you like fifty?’ She

her fingers in her hot coffee and flicked t

for slippers by the fire and matching bathrobes.’ Abby flicked some

le together. Maybe it’ll be you and I buying matching bathro

he chicks my age suck. They either moon over my brother or just want to know how much money h

’re lucky I may even be persuaded to go to secon

you.’ Abby jested with a wink an

ith a cup in hand and cakes on a plate. The subjects they covered were vast a

ike school girls and finding the most insane things to talk about as the time drew on

d exactly what she meant. There was no second guessing. She was upfront and didn’t mince her words which Rose absolutely loved; she was the kind

mpt to walk home; it was getting late. He had obviously returned home, from wherever, and discovered she was still here. Rose felt her heart

that ass have suc

nough to keep his distance, but close enough she could make out his profile in the car when Abby illuminated the interior by opening it. Looking at his sister and saying something that made her smile, she s

crazy things to Roses stomach, in a way that was not ent

e