Bed & Breakfast Next to the Pink Roses Hotel - Page 7/69

Kathy's father was already asleep. He had picked her from the airport, which was a two-hour drive from their house. They hadn't spoken much - not out of crossness, it was simply the way her father was. Both he and her mother, each one in their own particular way, always tried to make her feel at ease.

It would be different with her sisters tomorrow.