ABSTRACT
A moment later, they were down the path and off up the road. The kid was running on ahead and his mother kept shouting at him. Typical parents, thought Jules. Always bossing others about.
She waited a few seconds longer and then could resist it no longer. She slipped the latch on the side gate, walked straight up to the kitchen door and the next moment she was inside. The warmth of the kitchen engulfed her. Her skin prickled with goose bumps.
