Chapter 7

Paul set his glass back on the table. “Charlotte certainly does her fair share of crying.”

“No more than most babies surely?” I questioned.

“No, the health visitor said there was nothing to worry about there,” Helen said. “We just can’t seem to get Sam involved with his sister at all. The health visitor suggested Sam should spend a few days with a friend or relative, but that’s not practical what with school and everything.”

“We’d love to have him come stay at our place, but we’ve only the one bedroom.” I took a pull on my pint of bitter, feeling sympathy for the Bates’ plight.