‘That you and Jenny saw Timmy as children.’
Veronica seemed sheepish. ‘Okay, please don’t tell Mum this … but … we made it up. We were attention-seeking … If we’d known Mum would tell these stories until the end of time, we might have thought twice. I’m not saying he doesn’t exist, but I don’t think either of us wants to start talking about him with a journalist. Can you drop it? I’m really sorry.’
Annabel sat back and closed her eyes for a moment. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll work something else out.’
Grace could see that her sister was inwardly seething. She sat there embarrassed, as Veronica asked, ‘Would you like to stay for another drink?’
Before Annabel could say anything, Grace answered, ‘No, it’s fine, we need to get back for lunch. Thanks anyway.’
Veronica showed them out. They set off in silence, but as soon as they were away from the house Annabel blurted, ‘Well, that’s my story down the toilet.’
‘Come on, Bel, there are loads of ghost stories around here. You’ll just have to think of a new angle.’
‘That’s not the point,’ Annabel grumbled, and they lapsed back into silence.
A few minutes later, Grace saw Jenny and Claire crossing the bridge and heading up the hill towards them. She wondered if they had been to see their brother, and was about to give them a wave, when Claire looked up and saw them, then threaded her arm through Jenny’s. There was something out of place about the gesture, Grace thought. Something that made her keep her arm by her side as they got closer. When they passed one another, Claire said a cheerful hello, but both women kept up their stride.
‘That was a bit odd,’ Grace said as soon as they were out of earshot.
‘What?’ Annabel queried distractedly. ‘Oh … It was fine, Grace, stop being so suspicious of everything. Come on, let’s hurry up and get back. I need to see what I can do to rescue this piece. I wish I hadn’t told the features ed about it now, I’m going to look like a total idiot.’
They carried on, occasionally having to clutch at one another to steady themselves when they hit a patch of slick ice. When they reached the bridge at the dip of the road, Grace took the opportunity to glance back up the hill. Jenny was looking around too. A second later Claire followed her sister’s gaze, said something, and Jenny turned away.
‘I’m going to take a drive,’ Annabel announced the next day. A gritter had been through, and the roads were clear, the remaining snow piled in dirty grey-brown heaps on the verges. ‘Do you remember me telling you about the pub Ben took me to, the one with the ghost chair? I’m going to have a word with the landlord and see where I go from there.’
‘Ben might have more ideas too,’ Grace said. ‘Or what about Feathery Jack? He looks like a man who’d have plenty of stories to tell. You could even feed his birds a mouse or two while you’re with him.’
Annabel gave her sister a sarcastic grin. ‘No thank you. Perhaps I’ll flick through Connie’s book, though, see if I can come up with anything that way.’
When Annabel had left, Grace decided to go and see Ben to discuss restarting work on the cottage. She carried Millie up the lane, her arms aching, hoping it wouldn’t be long before her daughter began to walk.
‘Grace!’ Ben appeared pleased to see her as he opened the door, which brightened her mood. He invited her in, though she noticed he shut the door to the lounge room before she walked past, and ushered her into the kitchen. Was that deliberate, she wondered, or am I becoming completely paranoid about everyone here?
‘As you know, James has gone now,’ she told him, ‘so we could do a bit more work downstairs. I’d like to get on with it.’
‘Sure,’ he agreed. ‘Why don’t I take a look at some of the smaller jobs while Annabel is still with you? Have you decided what kind of units you’ll get for the kitchen, or sorted out the flooring?’
‘I haven’t even thought about it,’ Grace admitted. ‘But I’ll make a start today. I’ll take Millie into town.’
‘It’s a good time to shop with the sales on,’ Ben agreed. ‘I’ll come round tomorrow morning and we’ll go from there.’
When he showed her out, Grace glanced again at the closed living-room door. She was sure they were becoming friends – and yet she was convinced he was withholding things, despite all he had told her.