Death in the Cotswolds
“His lady friend hadn’t managed to create much heat, then, I thought, while wondering whether she’d had the sense to pack more substantial clothes than he had.
Without giving him time to speak, I ushered him into my house and sat him down beside the Rayburn. ‘Stay there,’ I ordered, and went through to the back room. It didn’t take me long to find what I was looking for.
‘Here,’ I told him, proffering a thick jumper in handspun Cotswold wool. ‘That’ll keep the cold out. I’ve got a pot of... tea made, too, if you’d like some.’ He didn’t demur, just grinned and shivered. ‘I didn’t think it could be this cold in October,’ he said. ‘How do you cope in January?’ I didn’t bother to reply. He might never have lived in Cold Aston, but he knew the area well enough, so acting like a soft townie didn’t cut much ice with me.
‘Does your friend want a jumper as well?’ I asked, once I’d put boiling water in the teapot.MoreLess
Without giving him time to speak, I ushered him into my house and sat him down beside the Rayburn. ‘Stay there,’ I ordered, and went through to the back room. It didn’t take me long to find what I was looking for.
‘Here,’ I told him, proffering a thick jumper in handspun Cotswold wool. ‘That’ll keep the cold out. I’ve got a pot of... tea made, too, if you’d like some.’ He didn’t demur, just grinned and shivered. ‘I didn’t think it could be this cold in October,’ he said. ‘How do you cope in January?’ I didn’t bother to reply. He might never have lived in Cold Aston, but he knew the area well enough, so acting like a soft townie didn’t cut much ice with me.
‘Does your friend want a jumper as well?’ I asked, once I’d put boiling water in the teapot.MoreLess
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