VIII
Next morning at the office Barry said he had heard from Nan. She had asked him to come too and bicycle in Cornwall, with her and Gerda and Kay.
“You will, won’t you,” said Gerda.
“Rather, of course.”
A vaguely puzzled note sounded in his voice. But he would come.
Cornwall was illuminated to Gerda. The sharing process would begin there. But for a week more she had him to herself, and that was better.