ASSUMPTIONS CONFOUNDED….IN A GOOD WAY.
Ruby set off for home with a heavy heart. She avoided calling in on Dawn, even though she had some toys for the children. Instead she went home and absently began to prepare the evening meal.
It was in the kitchen that Monty found her; her shoulders stiff. Her eyes, when he pulled her head gently around to look at him, were wet with unshed tears.
“Not good news then?”
She shook her head, allowing herself to be led to the sofa. With her head in the hollow of Monty’s shoulder, his arm about her, she recounted the day’s events.
“So they can’t stay in the chalet?”
“Doesn’t look like it. What are they going to do Monty?”
Monty squeezed her tightly, “We’ll think of something.”
But even as he spoke, he knew that any whiff of the authorities and Dawn and her little family would almost certainly disappear.
That night they ate their meal with little appetite. They had agreed to say nothing to Dawn just yet.
“Let’s sleep on it,” Monty had suggested, “Maybe something will turn up.”