High Spirits at the Village Inn (Ghosts of Rowan Vale #3)

‘I don’t really see the problem,’ Dawn said, digging a fork into her macaroni cheese with extra pulled pork. ‘And I should hope that you’d at least listen to Rory and find out why he’s suddenly so keen to leave Borehamwood. Or maybe I’m being naive.’

We were sitting in the little cafe we’d frequented for years, eating pasta and drinking wine, and mulling over my sudden and unexpected fear that I was about to be uprooted from my nice, cosy little life and transported to who knows where.

‘But Rory likes Borehamwood as much as I do,’ I mused. ‘It’s got everything we need. And I love our little house. I wonder if it’s travelling into central London that’s getting to him? Although it’s only once a week so I don’t see why.’

‘I do,’ Dawn said with a shudder. ‘I don’t know how you stand it to be honest. Trekking off to Oxford Street every day, facing a train journey then the bus. All the hustle and bustle. The noise. The traffic. The fumes. Then doing it all over again on the way back home, day in, day out. Ugh!’