Greta had chosen an embroidered floral shirt and green khaki parka for August to wear, and as she took Graeme's hand with one of hers, she buried the other hand in her pocket and blinked a few times to feel the rims of the contacts in both her eyes.
As she stepped over the threshold with Graeme, her eyes took in the open space that greeted her. People were scattered on sofas and chairs and a few sat at a long rustic dining table that she could see beyond a stone fireplace serving as a room divider.
