Chapter 58

“Would you like some tea?” “No, thanks. I feel too mussy. I want to get home and get my shoes off. My feet swell something dreadful these days. Not getting to bed properly, you know.” “Can’t you slip them off now? Your shoes?” But the idea seemed to outrage her sense of the proprieties. She shook her head. “I’ll just give you my message and be getting on. It’s about Mrs. Bassett. She’s sick. She’s got—” She lowered her voice, as always will women of a certain age when mentioning cancer. “She’s got a cancer, and it’…