Just the THING
Jean heard the familiar creak as the front door opened, and put down her knitting just in time to see a small dark shape fly along the hallway, past the living-room door towards the kitchen.
At the front door, smiling apologetically, stood Erica.
‘Hi, Mum. Er…’
They both turned to the sound of canine paws scrabbling back. Before she knew what was happening, Jean had been pushed onto the little chair she kept in the
