Read by Louisa GummerIt always started with the keys.
“Where are my keys?” her mother would ask. “What have you done with my keys?” The tedium of persistence. “We can’t go out unless we have the keys. Help, Lucy. Help me find the keys.”
Lucy stifled a sigh. If Lewis hadn’t got coward-flu, leaving the house wouldn’t have been any easier, because his car keys were just as likely to have been disappeared – pouf! Anyway, important trip or not, it was fine Lewis not being there. They’d manage.