Still Thursday
“If Peel was married to Barclay, surely there’s an official record
of it somewhere.”
Cleo was speculating on the significance of Mia’s discovery.
Not that it’s easy to speculate when a queue of hungry infants looks like
turning night into day and finishes off with a second supper and an extra
portion of family life. Fed and cleaned up, all the juniors finally found sleep
and their happy if exhausted parents could get fresh coffee going and talk
seriously about the implications of Mrs Peel’s passport.
