Penny offered him the odious tray of edible deceit. “Do take another sandwich, Ash. Or was it lambkin?” “It’s starshine, I believe,” Miss Mountbatten said. “No, no,” Miss Teague said. “I could have been certain it was hot cross bun.” As they all slipped into giggling again, Ash accepted the sandwich and arrowed a look at his wife. Emma sipped her tea, casting him a coy smile over the cup’s rim. Just you wait, he thought, taking a resentful bite of vegetable falsehood. Just you wait until we get home.
