Epilogue

Epilogue

He broke away, but his eyes never left hers as he said, ‘Hello, Connie.

I have missed your cooking.’

‘Don’t you “Hello, Connie” me. Where you been, eh? Worrying Mira half to death…’

‘Were you?’ he asked. ‘Worried? You didn’t fancy being a rich widow?’

Maybe he already knew the answer because he didn’t wait for it but looked down and said, ‘Hello, Toby. Been to a party?’

‘Mmm.’ He gave Connie the balloon he was holding and offered up his goodie bag. ‘I have got cake.’

‘Any to spare? I’m starving…’

‘Later. It’s bath time,’ Mira said. ‘Can you take care of Toby for me,

Connie?’

‘I can take care of both of them if you like,’ she offered. ‘He’s going to

need help with his arm in plaster. No? You don’t want Connie?’ And she

went inside chuckling to herself. ‘Just you make sure you wash behind his

ears, Mira.’ Then, ‘I call Matty and tell her Mr Dan is home.’

‘What do you want first? Drink? Food? Bath?’

He circled her with his arm as they walked up the steps into the house.

‘I’ve go