A Summer in the Country
“said Frummie, peering through the windscreen. “No wonder she didn’t turn up for lunch. I wonder who it can be? I don’t recognise the car.”
Louise smiled privately at Frummie’s blatant curiosity, wondering what her next move might be so as to satisfy it. She parked behind the unknown car: a small blue hatchback.
“They know where we are if they need me to move,” she said. “But I think there’s room to turn.”
“Not if the Prats come back,” said Frummie. “They’ll get blocked in. I’d better just go and warn Brigid.”
“Good idea,” agreed Louise amiably, chuckling at the name. “Then you’ll be able to see who it is, won’t you?”
“You’re not too old for a smack, you know,” said Frummie, grinning wickedly. “You could come too, if you like.”
“No, thanks. There’s nothing of the Elephant’s Child in my make-up. But take care Brigid doesn’t pull your nose for you.”
Laughing to herself, she turned away whilst Frummie headed purposefully for the courtyard.
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