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“So Em’s been,” Kenneth had come straight to the allotments after his daughter had left. The house had seemed too big and lonely without her.

Emily had been on at him again about moving somewhere smaller and easier to manage. But Kenneth didn’t want to. He liked the rose bush that Maggie had planted and grew around the front door; he felt her presence strongly still in every room. Not as much as on the allotments, but still she was there, whispering to him in the fabric of the house. If he gave up the house, he’d have to lose that closeness to Maggie. And he wasn’t prepared to do that. Not yet.

Kenneth pottered about, checking on the seedlings in the greenhouse, which would soon be ready for planting out, and seeing how his parsnips, carrots and spuds were doing. He paused from thinning the vegetables to watch a frog hopping among them, looking for slugs, probably. A good thing too, or his cabbages would be decimated otherwise.