Chapter 11

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The next two weeks passed in a blur of brown paper, string, and bubble wrap. I must have posted out a hundred parcels, but I'd still made no visible dent in what I'd taken to calling the "piles of peril" and Maddie had termed the "rooms of doom."

On the bright side, I'd paid off the arrears on Eleanor's utility bills, and now I had gas, electricity, and internet.

From the state of the cottage, I'd assumed Eleanor was technologically backwards, but when I'd spoken to the telecoms company, I'd found she'd had not one, but two broadband connections. Why two? Even I didn't need two, and I relied on the internet for my job.

The two lines undoubtedly went with the two computers I'd found in the bottom cupboard of the monstrous shelving unit. A state-of-the-art laptop and a MacBook Pro, both new, both expensive. I'd tried turning them on, but I didn't have her passwords, so I'd shoved them back where they lived until I decided what to do with them. Could I use one of them to replace my creaking Toshiba? Or should I try selling them? Trouble was, I had no clue what was on the hard drives, and I didn't want to risk flogging any confidential data to the highest bidder.

Maddie had mentioned a computer programmer on a couple of occasions—a brother of one of her colleagues, or maybe a cousin. Would he take a look? I jotted a reminder on my calendar app to ask Maddie what she thought. She'd been due to visit last weekend, but last-minute work problems had meant I got a phone call instead.

"You know that promotion I got?"

Maddie had been made ward sister six months ago, and Edward had been miffed because I went out to celebrate with her instead of accompanying him to one of his work get-togethers.

"I'm not likely to forget. You got me drunk on cocktails right after you found out."

She giggled. "That was an awesome night. But the honeymoon period is officially over. Do you remember that other girl who wanted the job?"

"The one who calls in sick whenever she's got a hangover?"

"That's her. Anyway, she's got it in for me now. Her friend in the admin department does the rotas, and they keep putting me on horrible shifts."

"Can't you say something? Who's in charge?"

"Wish I could, but I need to keep my head down at the moment." She went silent for a few seconds. "I got reported for filling in a patient's chart wrongly last week. I know I made a mistake, but I was so tired I just couldn't see straight. Three guesses who reported me?"

"What a mean cow. Is there anything I can do to help?"

After the help Maddie gave me with Edward, I felt I should offer to unpick the seams on the woman's clothes or stuff a mackerel in her sofa cushions.

"I'll manage, but I might need to let off steam over the phone every so often."

"Any time."

Aw, it was almost disappointing. I'd quite enjoyed the guilty buzz I got from my revenge on Edward.

"I'll visit you soon, I promise."

"You'd better. I think we both need a hug."

Even though Maddie couldn't make it, Dave came on his own and poked around for a morning.

"I've changed the fuse box and rewired the light in your bedroom, but apart from that, it's in surprisingly good nick."

"How about the oven?"

"Old, but usable."

Hurrah! At least I could cook properly now. At times like this, a girl needed cake.

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