“I will accompany you, if I may?” Oak said to Dad.
“Um....okay,” Dad replied, looking a bit startled and
uncomfortable. “It's this way,” he continued, leading Oak out
into the hallway.
“I am aware of the layout of your house...” I heard Oak say, the
end of his sentence drowned out by the scrape of the cellar door
opening. That's not a partnership made in heaven, I couldn't help
thinking, there'll be trouble there soon enough.
“Perhaps you and I should search the upper floor,” Raven said to
Mum before I could voice my concern.
“What a good idea,” Mum responded, stepping into the hallway.
“After you,” she said, at the foot of the stairs, followed by the
trudge of two pairs of feet ascending.
Which left Fiona and I, stood in my parent's living room. It was
then that I was struck by the alarming notion that I really didn't
know what to say to my own wife. Thankfully, it was she who broke
the silence before it got too uncomfortable.
“Be a love,” she said with a warm smile, a smile that brought
with it an unexpected feeling of relief, “Go and have a quick look
in the kitchen, just to be on the safe side.”
So that's what I did.
