Chapter 32

“The kitchen doesn’t need cooling down. Either choose something or close the door.”

Ruby’s tone lowered the temperature several degrees, made Rich close his eyes to protect them from freezing. He took advantage of his concealment behind the refrigerator door—time enough to take a deepbreath before he slammed it shut. The perverse pleasure of the unit rocking, and items knocking inside,died as his mother ignored the display of emotion. As always, her habit of ignoring him served to put him in his place and make him small. The realisation she still managed to affect him made his irritationworse.

Jaw aching, he folded his arms across his chest. “No roast today?” A purposely facetious question—ifthey wanted to eat, the first dish should be baking already. “Seems wasteful.”

“It won’t spoil in so short a time. I’m sure Rosamund will be able to whip something out of it tomorrow. Or, if your sister shows, we can enjoy a belated Sunday lunch on a Monday evening.”