‘Sorry, Gran, I’m away right now. Have you spoken to Mum and Dad?’

‘I am all right, thank you for asking. Yes, I have had quite the conversation with them. It took me ages to find out what it was they were not telling me. Can you imagine not trusting me with that?’

‘Not at all,’ he said truthfully. ‘Actually, I hope you can help us with this.’

‘Where are you?’

‘At the summer house in Blanes.’

‘If you can call that shoe box a summer house.’

‘Yes, yours is more proper, isn’t it?’

‘It certainly is. There is room for everything and you can hold soirées without embarrassment.’

‘We don’t hold soirées, Gran.’

The voice huffed. &...

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