Chapter 13

• Climbing out of bed then heading for the shower room, I stood soaking for a while before finally finding my clothes then heading downstairs.
• Hitting the bottom stairs, the powerful aroma of a full English breakfast hit my senses; usually, Terry was happy to put out cereal, toast, and a glass of fruit juice. I stood trying to recall if I had ever been there when she had made a full breakfast.
• Stepping into the Kitchen, I watched Terry stand with her back to me working away at the cooker, heading over to the coffee machine, I watched as Terry turned and then gave a soft smile. "Could you pour one for r? m ?e?" Terry asked watching me nod as she continued to cook.