"I'm sorry, mum," said Bob, but he was talking to himself, Louise had run to her bedroom and slammed the door shut in anger.
Bob went to his father's drinks cabinet and with shaking hands helped himself to a large scotch. He hadn't eaten but he'd forgotten that he'd been hungry, he went to bed, taking his drink with him.
He couldn't sleep, worrying about how much he'd upset his mother, and how disappointed Rachel would be when the plan had to be abandoned forever.
He decided he needed to make peace with his mother, or this last week would be pretty unbearable. He went to her room, knocked softly on the door and entered. Louise turned on the bedside light, she'd also found it difficult to sleep. Thinking about what Bob had said, she was on the one hand disgusted with him, and on the othe
