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Emily smiled. ‘Yeah, I know that.’
‘Please, do it for me.’
Emily was just about to dial the number when she heard a door close upstairs and footsteps heading along the landing. ‘Damn,’ she said under her breath.
‘What is it?’ Clarissa asked.
‘I think someone is coming down for breakfast. I’ll have to do it when I’ve got a spare moment.’
Clarissa looked disappointed. ‘Okay.’
Emily watched Clarissa walk up the stairs, just as the couple who had arrived late last night made their way down. She heard her friend say, ‘Morning!’ to them as they passed on the stairs. ‘Donut – no! Sorry.’
‘Oh, don’t worry, he’s lovely.’ Freya stopped to pet the dog. ‘Isn’t he sweet,’ she said to Tarek.
‘Er, yeah, sure.’
‘He’s too friendly by half,’ said Clarissa, taking him by the collar and pulling him up the stairs.
‘Morning,’ Emily said to the couple when they reached the bottom stair. She noticed the young woman’s expression change. Emily felt uncomfortable under her gaze. ‘Breakfast is this way.’
‘What’s your name?’
Emily looked at her, surprised by the abrupt question.
‘I’m Emily.’
‘Emily?’
‘Yes.’ Emily had a strange feeling that she had met her before. Maybe the new guest felt the same. ‘Do I know you?’ she asked.
The guest peered at her. ‘I don’t think so. I just had the feeling we’d met before, that’s all.’
Emily shrugged. If they had, she couldn’t recall. ‘Let me show you to the dining room. It’s actually the conservatory overlooking the garden. You’re the first down, so you’ve got it to yourselves. At least for the moment.’
As Emily showed them to a table, she still couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d met their new guest, Freya, somewhere before.
Freya waited until she was seated at a table before she said to Tarek, ‘I wonder when the other guests will arrive for breakfast.’
‘You’re thinking of that woman, aren’t you? You still think your father was having an affair with a woman called Wendy?’
‘I don’t know, but there was something going on, I know that.’
‘So, you think she’s here?’
‘I hope so. I know the call was made from here.’
‘But how will you know who it is?’
‘It will be someone of my parents’ generation.’
Tarek leaned across the table. ‘Can we at least have breakfast and not confront someone in the middle of the dining room with all the guests here?’
‘Don’t worry, Tarek, I wouldn’t dream of it.’
Tarek breathed a sigh of relief.
‘But …’
