You’ve been avoiding us,’ I said. Mum looked evasive. ‘No, darling. I’ve just been busy.’
‘Doing what?’ I asked.
‘Oh, you know, Liz… gardening… this and that.’
Mum had always been a terrible fibber. And I had a horrible feeling I knew why she hadn’t been over of late.
Marc and I had married only a few months ago. We’d met just six