A Cold Season by Alison Littlewood

Author:Alison Littlewood [Littlewood, Alison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Horror, Suspense, Thriller, Mystery, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9781780871356
Goodreads: 12992408
Publisher: Jo Fletcher
Published: 2011-12-22T00:00:00+00:00

SIXTEEN

Loud banging roused Cass from sleep. The quality of the light told her it was late morning, much later than she usually stayed in bed. She rushed into the hall in time to see Ben, fully dressed, pulling back the bolt and opening the door.

Mr Remick stood there, waving bread and the carton of eggs from the night before. ‘I’m too early. Sorry.’

Cass ran a hand through her hair, fingers catching in the tangle. ‘No, it’s me. I’m so late.’ She was still wearing her nightdress. ‘Ben, take Mr Remick through to the kitchen. I’ll be with you in a second.’

She backed into her room, threw on jeans and a jumper, tried to pat her hair down in the mirror. As she went back out she heard the kettle boiling.

Mr Remick and Ben were sitting at the kitchen table, chatting companionably. Mr Remick looked up and smiled. ‘Here’s your mum,’ he said.

Ben looked up without speaking. His mouth twitched; he still looked pale.

‘We slept in,’ said Cass. ‘Well, I did.’

‘And why not? I shouldn’t have disturbed you on a Saturday. It’s just I forgot to give you these.’

Cass looked at the bread and eggs. ‘Why don’t I make us something?’ She looked around and saw the tins and empty food packets laid out on the worktop. ‘We’ve been having a sort-out.’

‘Looks like a good job I brought the eggs.’

Cass ran her eye over their remaining food. ‘Actually, it is. It really is. Thank you, Theo. I appreciate it.’

She went to the counter, touched a hand to the mugs that he must have set out himself, opened a cupboard and realised it was the wrong one.

‘Here, let me.’ Theo stood between her and Ben, put a hand on her arm. ‘I’d like to. Why don’t you sit down for a bit? I’ll bring you a coffee.’ As he spoke, the kettle clicked off.

Cass nodded and slipped into the chair next to Ben. She leaned over and kissed his hair. She could smell the dust on it, feel the grease under her lips. What must Theo think?

‘We could eat, then go for a walk maybe,’ he said.

Ben wriggled, already wearing a broad grin.

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