Chapter Six
A Visitor Calls
That final weekend of the Easter holiday was one to remember. I could tell that the girls had something planned because there’d been so little s****l activity during the week, but I occasionally caught them in whispered conversations that stopped as soon as they realized I was listening. When I got back from work on Friday evening, I found that the girls had already prepared a salad for us, and we sat down together to eat it.
“I’d like to propose a toast!” Laura said, raising her glass of sparkling mineral water. “John has done so well over the past few months. He’s lost over a stone in weight, and now looks totally fantastic. He’s no longer dressing like a tramp.” I rolled my eyes. “His coursework and labs at university have improved out of all recognition
