“Across the little landing were the doors of the children’s bedrooms. The girl’s bedroom door stood just ajar, as they liked it. Sid’s door was also open -not ajar- but wide open. Bill Sparrow shone his torch in, cautiously, then boldly. The bed was empty. ”
‘Sid’ll be back,’ said Bill Sparrow. ‘We might as well have tea.’ ‘No,’ said her mother. ‘Where’s Peggy?’ asked Amy. ‘She is upstairs. She doesn’t want any tea. And don’t ask any more questions.’ As his wife stood making the tea, Bill Sparrow massaged her shoulder. He did this when she complained of back-ache.”