ESCAPE FROM Alma Catz

Driving into the car park, Julia could see Eric Gamble outside the entrance of Flowering Meadows Retirement Home. He was standing beneath the canopy over the front door, presumably sheltering from the rain.

Julia parked, grabbed her bag from the passenger seat and scampered across.

‘Hiya, Eric!’

‘Hello, Julia! Lovely to see you. Nice weather, isn’t it?’

‘Well… could be worse.’

‘But not much.’ Eric grinned. He was at least 80 and,