“I mean it,” said Max. “I’ll prove it to you.”

“I wish you wouldn’t,” said Annie. “Just pop the bags down there, thanks.”

Max did as he was told.

“Thank you, Max,” said Annie. “Well, then, good-bye.”

Max climbed the last few steps so that he was level with Annie and dropped the bags onto the welcome mat. He leaned in to kiss her cheek, but Annie turned to place Tiggs’s basket in the hall, leaving Max to recover his balance awkwardly.

“I’ll see you soon,” said Max.

“Mmm-hmm,” said Annie, purposely noncommittal.

Max stepped back down, and Annie could feel him looking at her.

“Well,” said Annie. “Thanks for dropping by. Don’t make a habit of it.” She smiled sweetly.

“What’s happened to you?” Max asked.

“I don’t know what you mean,” said Annie.

“You’re so feisty,” said Max. “I like it.”

“I’ve always been feisty,” said Annie. “You just stopped noticing.”

“I’m noticing now,” said Max. He had a glint in his eye, like a shark sensing blood in the water.

“Good for you,” said Annie. “Say hello to Ellie for me!”

Max opened his mouth to speak, but Annie closed the door firmly and locked it for good measure. She ferried Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and her luggage up the stairs. She stood to the side of the kitchen window so that she was obscured from view and waited for Max to leave. When at last she heard the crunch of wheels on shingle, she relaxed.

A reproachful meow broke Annie’s reverie.

“Sorry, Tiggs,” said Annie. She unhooked the latch and the door to the basket swung open. “Welcome to your new home.”

Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle unfolded her puffball body out of the basket and stretched first her front legs, then her back. She allowed Annie to make a brief fuss of her and padded nonchalantly out of the room, tail held high, to explore the rest of Saltwater Nook.

Annie spent the rest of the day indoors; she didn’t want Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle to feel nervous in a strange place. After she had showered and changed into something suitably sloppy, Annie went down to the freezer in the cellar and took out two mackerel fillets for herself and a bag of sardines as a treat for Tiggs. As she began the flight of stairs back to the flat, something by the doormat caught her eye. Annie doubled back on herself and stooped to pick up a piece of lined paper, carelessly torn at the top and folded over into a note. She opened it.

Dear Ms. Sharpe, I came to call on you this morning to see how you are settling in but unfortunately you were not in. I am sorry to have missed you.

John Granger