AnnetteChapter 7
Annette did get up late, for her. She was in the kitchen, albeit in her dressing gown, at half past eight. Richard and Deborah were still at the kitchen table drinking their coffee. She gave them both a kiss. "Good morning, my sweet," said Richard. "Good party?" "Yes and no." "Oh! Want to tell us?" "Not at the moment and certainly not before I've had something to eat." "Makes sense." Annette smiled gratefully at him. Her new 'father' was so understanding, gentle and...