Mai Griffin
2. At Home
Sarah Grey had carried on walking to the garden, when
Polly indicated that the phone call was not for her, but
she’d heard the beginning of the conversation. She
understood Polly’s concern, but she really must have a
word with her – the terrible time was well past! The last
few years had actually been enjoyably quiet, and Sarah
had again settled into her bridge mornings, dinners with
friends and catching up on books unread. Perhaps it was
time to stop being so self-indulgent.
They had just enjoyed a visit from Clarinda and her
husband Del, who preferred staying for weekends rather
than making one-day round-trips on busy roads. Having
time with the baby was such a joy – especially as Emma
was just beginning to talk. They lived only forty miles
away, so it was not too far for Polly to drive when they
needed a change of scene, or to babysit on rare
occasions when Clarinda’s painting commissions took
her away from home for several working days. Their pet
dachshund was a great help on such occasions; he lay
on the mat outside the nursery door and rushed to bark
the house down as soon as Emma stirred.
As much as she loved the family, Sarah enjoyed her
quiet life at home. The gentle exercise of weeding the
rockery for an hour in the afternoon sunshine calmed
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