‘You’ve been such good company these past few days, we make quite a team.’
‘I’m grateful. So incredibly grateful, never forget that.’
‘Come on now, you know I would do anything for you,’ Theresa said. ‘You deserve good things to happen to you and they will from now on.’
‘I shouldn’t be imposing on you like this,’ Martha said.
‘You can stay as long as you like. Besides who was there for me when Harry died? I was a wreck and you pulled me through.’
‘Because you’re my best friend,’ Martha said honestly.
‘Exactly.’ Theresa got up from the sofa. ‘Do you fancy some wine?’
Feeling like she needed some Dutch courage, Martha nodded. ‘Just a small glass though.’
‘I only have mugs clean, everything else is in the dishwasher,’ Theresa said.
Martha discounted the constant buzzing from her handbag. ‘A small mug then.’
‘What colour would you prefer?’
‘I think I will have the blue mug, it’s such a good vintage.’
By the end of the evening they had enjoyed copious amounts of wine. Both of them staggered to their sleeping quarters, drunk but exhilarated. It didn’t take much for Martha to feel its effects – she’d only had three mugs. Thomas would drink three bottles of wine, and still be able to convince a policeman he was sober.
‘Night, and Theresa, love you.’
‘Love you too mate.’ Inside the bedroom, Martha scrambled for her mobile from its inside pocket. It was impossible to ignore.