By four, Edward had had quite enough of cars for one day. He took the dogs for a long walk, but when they returned home the Old Rectory felt far too quiet without Roo. Not that the boy made a lot of noise; he was more likely to be reading or sketching than listening to his music, although he'd brought a small case of LPs with him from Edinburgh along with a portable turntable. He wasn't there, and Edward felt the absence.
He could wander over to the Derwent Dale Arms. Eyre would open up early for him if he asked nicely. There might even be enough of the lunchtime roasts left over to make a decent meal for him. Somehow the idea failed to appeal.
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