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“Do you see anyone else here?”

Helen hung her handbag on the back of a chair and shrugged out of the deni the urge to criticise the jacket She almost slipped it back on

She felt aard as she watched her husband in the kitchen There was nothing she wanted to say to hi either of them could say Not to mention, this was the first tih she’d slipped into another dimension

“Nice dress,” Andrew hetti sauce

Helen alave her a compliment? Who was this man?

“Sit,” Andrew ordered So she sat

He plonked a huge plate of spaghetti bolognaise in front of her “I don’t knohat the big deal is about this cooking See”

Ah, there he was, the Andrew McInnes she kneell “Cooking is great if you do it now and then Try doing it three times a day for thirty-five years and see how it feels Then add to that the fact you’re supposed to read everyone else’s minds and knohat they want to eat, so that you don’t have to listen to the whining and co they don’t want Yeah, it’s a blast”

Andrew glanced at her from the corner of his eye “I suppose if you put it like that, it’s not much fun”

Helen dropped her fork with a clang Andrew McInnes had heard so she said Actually heard it and took it in It was a red-letter day Someone inform the Pope

“So where did you go today?”

Nope, she rong Noas the time to inform the Pope of a miracle He’d asked a question about her day She stared at him

“Well?” he prorumpy self

“I drove to Fort William and had a look at Glencoe”

There was silence Helen forked the pasta The sauce wasn’t bad, considering she was sure it caht He’d boiled water, browned off some meat, added a jar of sauce and cooked so of a deal to him