Maxwell’s Ride (31 page)

‘Oh, no,’ and she placed her arm on his. ‘No, it’s mine. Max.’

‘Max, darling,’ the voice sounded less distant than usual over Maxwell’s answerphone, ‘Sandie. We’re flying home tomorrow. Heathrow. Sorry it’s been such a dreadful bore for you all, darlings, but never mind. Tiffany and Lucy, back to a real school next week and you can give your poor uncle a bit of a break. Bye.’