Chapter 739 A New Georgy-girl:>Ep35

• The house was just the right size, big enough to hold all of us comfortably and for the kids to rampage around in, and small enough to pick up easily. There was even a genuine cottage herb garden and surrounding wildflower meadows; the valley itself was one of those smooth parabolic valleys scooped out by a glacier during the Ice Age, with rounded valley bottom, and wide, gently sloping sides all the way up to a clear horizon, a mile or so wide and several miles longer along its main axis, ample space for the kids to play, explore, and roam around in, and, much more to my liking, no nearby tree-line, just flat, open meadow-land off into the distance, clear visibility for a full three-sixty.
• Georgy was unhappy at first. Of course she was; she loved her home, she'd grown up there, all her favourite and most familiar things were there, but the plus side was this was more like an extended holiday, or at least the kids thought so, and it wasn't a permanent change; we'd go home one day, sooner rather than later if we could get that bloody lunatic, whoever he was, off our backs.
• The cottage was fully stocked with the basic domestic necessities, things like household appliances, saucepans, skillets, and baking sheets, silverware, tableware, bed-linens, quilts, pillows, and fluffy bathrobes. There was even a backup generator and a full fuel-oil tank for the hot water heater and central heating. Georgy and I had always meant to go back there and spend an extended holiday, but then pregnancy, work, and family life had put a hold on that, but we'd always kept the place spick and span and ready to go if we ever managed to get a week away from work. I never guessed in a million years we'd be using it as a hideaway from a lunatic who had a homicidal hatred of us for reasons unknown...