I rush over to Margaret and give her a tight hug. “Sorry I didn’t get to say a proper goodbye at the farmer’s market.”
“Oh, honey, don’t be silly. We’re just glad you’re okay.”
“So glad,” Thomas adds. “You’re still feeling fine?”
“I appreciate that. And I’m doing well, thank you.”
“The baby?” Margaret asks delicately.
“Oh, what a relief!” Margaret sighs. “You’ve been in my prayers the last few days.” She gives me a warm smile, and I usher them towards the sitting area. It feels a little strange to play hostess in a place that doesn’t feel like home. But I’m quickly becoming used to strange situations and circumstances.
“Your man really has done well for himself, hasn’t he?” Thomas says, looking around appreciatively.
I like the way that Thomas refers to Anton. Your man. It has a cer
