Fool s ErrandChapter 3
The little hotel had a breakfast room, consisting of one large round table which could accommodate up to ten people, plus a couple of side tables. They only did bed and breakfast at the hotel, not main meals. They also had a small sunny sitting room that Lyndsey had poked her head into when they got back from their walk. The landlady, a rosy-cheeked old woman, “Call me Betty, everyone else does,” sat them down and plied them with a full English breakfast. Two big breakfasts in two days and...