“Then let’s go.” “What?” “I’ll drive you back to Hiraeth.” “I thought you were going to work here,” she said. “What about Ianto breathing down your neck?” “At the house it’s Ianto, here it will be you.” Preston caught the beginnings of an objection on her lips, and hurriedly went on: “It’s not your fault. You just won’t have anything to do in town except drink gin and stare at me while I work. I’m not happy to be the most interesting thing in Saltney, but regrettably I can assure you that that is the case.” “I don’t know about that.” Effy thought of the shepherd, the stones in her pocket. She
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