A Critical PathChapter 26
Sally was bubbling when they arrived home. Nick watched her with happiness and pride. "Oh, Geraldine, we've had such lovely walk," she enthused. "A bluebell wood but spoilsport Nick wouldn't let me pick any and then lambs: brand new ones, ones being born. It was magic. And then I was going to get all stroppy about the farmer collecting them and Nick told me that they were going to be checked out before being released into another field." Geraldine smiled at her childlike innocence of...