jeans. âGive me a minute.â She walks away until sheâs out of earshot. I stroke the goat until she comes back and hands the phone to me.
âHi Flick,â Mel says.
âIâm sorry about thisââ
âOh, donât worry about that. Iâm still waiting to go into theatre,â he cuts in. âGina is one of my specials.â
âShe says you have an arrangement.â
âThatâs right,â he says smoothly. âSheâs set up a bank transfer so itâs fine. All under control. How is Rambo?â
âOkay, thanks.â My brain is racing. If they had set up a bank transfer, why didnât Gina just say so? Equally, why didnât Mel? âGood luck,â I add.
âIâll see you in a few days.â
âCheers,â I say, handing back the phone.
âMel,â Gina says. âMel? Oh, heâs gone.â She looks at me. âHappy now?â
I nod. Happy, yes, but not satisfied that I really understand whatâs going on.
I say goodbye and repeat the game with the old goat at the gate while Gina looks on. Once outside, I reset the satnav for my next destination, where I shoe two ponies at a private house. On my way back towards Talyton St George, thereâs a call on the hands-free.
âHi,â I say.
âHello?â says a manâs voice. âCan I speak to Mel?â
âIâm afraid heâs had to take some time off.â
âHe didnât mention it last time I saw him.â
âHe was supposed to have notified all his clients.â
âOh well, I donât think admin is one of Melâs strengths,â the man says with humour. âDo you happen to know whoâs covering his round?â
âYes, I am.â
âYou?â Itâs his turn to apologise. âI thought you were one of Melâs friends answering his phone. Iâm Jack, Animal Welfare Officer for this area. Iâve picked up a pony abandoned in a field over at Bottom End and Iâm taking him to the Sanctuary. I wondered if you could drop by ASAP to look at his feet. His hooves are so overgrown the poor thing can hardly walk.â
âI can be there within the hour.â
Iâm going to drop into town to send my mobile away for repair, and pick up some cash from the hole in the wall to pay for the hay for tonight and, in spite of my straitened circumstances, treat myself to a cream tea at the Copper Kettle, the teashop in Talyton St George first. Itâs a bit early in the day for scones, clotted cream and strawberry jam, but working outdoors gives me an appetite.
âThatâs great,â Jack says. âSee you later.â
The call cuts out and I realise Iâve forgotten to ask him for the address.
When Iâm in town, I find the postcode in the back of the diary and head to the Sanctuary. I follow a narrow lane, which peters out into a long gravelled track where the hedgerows press in on either side. At the end, thereâs a gate. I open it and enter, parking in front of a bungalow thatâs surrounded by tubs of tulips in bud.
I slide out of the driverâs side of the truck, but before I can follow the sign that reads âVisitors this wayâ, a woman emerges from the bungalow. Sheâs carrying a baby on her hip and Iâm guessing from the blue dungarees and khaki sunhat that heâs a boy. Iâm not sure how old he is â a year, eighteen months, maybe. Iâm no good at babies.
âHi, you must be Flick. Iâm Tessa, Jackâs wife. Iâm the manager here.â The woman tucks a stray lock of wavy, almost black hair behind her ear. The baby turns away from me and rests his head against her breast. âOliver, donât be shy.â She smiles warmly. âHeâll be all right in a few minutes.â He starts to cry. She puts her hand in the pocket of her overalls and pulls out a soother, pops it into her mouth and then the
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