Chapter 27

He didn’t say any of that to Phil of course. He distilled it down to one sentence. “I had the stroke when we were doing the autumn dip.” And Phil being Phil understood without needing any more words.

“Of course,” he’d said. “I’ll bring a picnic. We’ll leave early, straight after breakfast. I’ll bring the car. I can drive you.”

Laurie had thought for a moment and said, “Sure, yes, why not?”

* * * *

They hadn’t taken the car after all, though, when it came down to it. Laurie had wanted to try for the pool. It wasn’t that far. It was Laurie’s thinking place. Rob had first brought him up here when he’d arrived at the farm twenty years ago, angry with himself, bewildered and angry with his parents and the world.