Colette snatched the sachet and ripped it open. “And for some reason, the neighbours seem to think I’m responsible.” Colette smirked. Al mopped her forehead. “That doctor, I could see straight through him. His liver’s beyond saving. So I didn’t mention it.” “Why not?” “No point. I wanted to do a good action.” Colette said, “Oh, give over!” They came to a halt in the drive of number twelve. “You don’t understand,” Al said. “I wanted to do a good action but I never seem to manage it. It’s not enough just to be nice. It’s not enough just to ignore it when people put you down. It’s not enough to be—forbearing. You have to do a good action.” “Why?” “To stop Morris coming back.” “And what makes you think he will?”
