DRIVING back to the surgery, his conversation with Philip was uppermost in Steve’s mind. Telling his friend about the past had been a reminder that Sallie was keeping her thoughts about it to herself for the most part. Except for her early morning outburst after Liam’s gastric upset. It had been then that he’d told her he would never ever make love to her again unless she asked him to, and he’d meant it.
But it didn’t stop the ache inside him when at the end of each day they went to their separate beds. One night he heard her sob in her sleep and when the sounds of distress came again he went and quietly opened the door of the main bedroom.
The curtains were drawn back and in the light of a full moon he could see the outline of Liam’s cot and beside it the slender figure of his wife in the king-size bed. As he looked down at her his eyes widened. Deeply asleep, she was clutching an old shirt of his in her arms, and as he tried to take in what he was seeing hope was born.
He knew better than anyone that when one was missing a person desperately to be able to hold onto something belonging to them brought a degree of comfort. In his case it had been a soft leather glove of Sallie’s that he’d found in the glove box of the car.
When he’d known he was going to be seeing her in the flesh, he’d put it back where he’d found it, and there he intended it to stay as a reminder of the biggest mistake he’d ever made.
He knew instinctively that she would not want to come out of her dreams to find him standing over her while she was clutching his shirt. So he quietly went back to bed and for the first time since his return slept dreamlessly for the rest of the night.
At breakfast the next morning Sallie was her usual self and it was hard to imagine that he’d heard her sobbing in her sleep. He’d glanced through the open door of the bedroom as he’d made his way to the kitchen and there had been no sign of the shirt.
It was almost as if he’d dreamt the whole episode, but he knew he hadn’t. He also knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to mention it. If Sallie thought he was prowling around the bedroom while she was asleep, she wouldn’t be happy about it. She might want a bolt on the door, and that really would be reducing their present situation to a sorry state of things.
Liam was old enough to sit in a high chair now and it was smiles all round from him as Sallie gave him his breakfast. As Steve was pouring himself a glass of juice, she said suddenly, ‘I passed the house on Bluebell Lane yesterday. I couldn’t see much of it from the road as it’s set well back among the trees, but it was clear that the builders are making good progress.
‘One of the workmen was coming off the site as I stopped to look and I asked him who had commissioned them to build the house. He said he didn’t know, that only the boss, Jack Leminson, knew, and all he was saying was that it was for someone who had once lived in the area.’
‘So you’re no wiser.’
‘No. I suppose I was being nosy, asking. But there is something about the place that seems to reach out to me.’
‘Really? I wonder why,’ he murmured.
As they waited for Melanie to come back from America, Sallie couldn’t understand why Steve wasn’t doing anything about finding the two dancers somewhere to live. She’d come up with a few suggestions of her own, but he always seemed to have a reason why they wouldn’t be suitable and, being unaware of what was going on in the background, she didn’t understand his lack of concern.
She hoped that he wasn’t going to suggest they all live together for a time, as there just wasn’t enough room. It would be chaotic. But knowing how fond he was of Liam he might see it as a way of staying near him, she thought.
With no such idea in mind, Steve was checking dates and schedules and trying to put his plans in place, but it seemed as if Melanie was going to be home before the house was finished, and they were going to have to start vetting any accommodation that was available.
To his relief, she phoned yet again with another change of plan, informing them that the show had been extended by two months and would it be too much to ask of them to care for Liam for a little while longer?
This time it was Sallie who answered the call and told Melanie, ‘Of course we will. As a matter of fact, we haven’t found you anywhere to live yet. We are working on it and the extra two months will give us more time to find something. But,’ she cautioned, ‘don’t leave it any longer than that, Melanie. These are precious days in your baby’s life and you’re missing them.’
‘Yes, I know, Sallie,’ she said in subdued tones. ‘I won’t stay over here a moment longer than I have to. I’m only hanging on for the money.’
‘So it means we have more time to find them accommodation,’ Steve said when he heard what had been arranged. He looked relieved and she thought that she’d been mistaken in thinking he wasn’t concerned.
The next day he waited until he was away from the surgery and then phoned Jack Leminson.
‘When will you be able to give me a completion date?’ he asked.
‘Soon,’ he was told in a cautious manner.
‘How soon is soon, Jack?’
‘You’ll be in for Christmas. Is it still meant to be a surprise?’
‘Yes, as far as I’m concerned.’
‘Well, watch out when you come round here that old Henry Crabtree doesn’t see you. He lives next door and wanders around the site, picking up any bits of wood lying around for his fire. He’s very curious about who his new neighbours are going to be, and as the old guy is no fool you can bet your life he’ll put two and two together if he gets a sight of you.’
‘It’s a wonder he hasn’t seen me already, then.’
‘He’d have said if he had. Henry likes to chat.’
For as long as anyone could remember, there had been a café on the main street of the village. It had been a clean but rather old-fashioned place that had served meals and snacks to villagers and also to the walkers who came and went through the beautiful Cheshire countryside.
At the end of summer the elderly couple who owned it had retired and moved into private accommodation, and there had been no activity there since, much to the disappointment of those who loved to explore the countryside all the year round.
As Christmas approached there were suddenly signs of life inside the empty café. Old fixtures and fittings were being ripped out and a new kitchen was being put in. The shopfront was being altered and new furniture being delivered.
It created much interest among local residents. Some were saying that they hoped it wasn’t going to end up a glass and chrome establishment as that wouldn’t fit in, and others felt that, whatever it turned out to be like, it would be an improvement on what had been there before.
When Steve saw that Jack’s firm was involved in the refurbishment he went round to Bluebell Lane to make sure that the work on his house wasn’t coming to a halt because of the other job.
‘No,’ Jack told him. ‘The gang at the café are extra men I’ve taken on. I know how keen you are to have your property finished, and it will be completed by Christmas at the latest. It’s my eldest daughter, Cassandra, and her partner who’ve bought the café. They’ve put every penny they’ve got into it, taken out a hefty loan and are determined to make a success of it.’
‘That shouldn’t be hard,’ Steve commented. ‘There’s no competition. Walkers with muddy boots won’t want to lunch at the Kestrel, will they?’
The builder sighed. ‘It’s clear that you’re not tuned into the grapevine. Someone has applied for planning permission to open a coffee-bar right opposite.
‘Really! That’s unfortunate.’
‘Sure is,’ Jack said. ‘We’ll just have to hope that the demands of the two don’t overlap. The café will be open very soon, so it will have time to make its presence felt before anything happens regarding the coffee-bar.’
When he told Sallie about the café he said, ‘So I suggest that we dine there sometimes to give the young couple some support.’ She didn’t agree or disagree, just asked where he’d got his information from, and as there was no way he was going to tell her that, in case she started putting two and two together, he skirted around the truth by telling her that it seemed to be general knowledge.
The activity continued and, finally, Cassie’s Place was due to open the following Saturday. ‘How about we eat at the new café on its first day of opening to help give it a boost?’ suggested Steve. ‘We can either take something with us for Liam, or order a baby portion for him.’
It hadn’t been mentioned since he’d first told Sallie about it and he wondered if she’d remembered him suggesting that they should eat there sometimes. If she had, she didn’t seem to be in any hurry to take him up on it and now she seemed only mildly interested as she said, ‘Yes, I suppose we could. I know Cassandra Leminson from way back. She was a wild child.’
‘Surely that isn’t why you aren’t keen on going?’
‘Not necessarily.’
‘Or could it be that you just don’t want to go with me?’
‘You’re reading an awful lot into a moment’s hesitation,’ she said. ‘Of course we’ll go if that’s what you want. If we don’t support local traders, we won’t have any shops or cafés.’
She wasn’t going to tell him that she’d had to call someone into her consulting room to restrain the difficult teenager on one occasion after the girl had struck her.
It had happened after Steve had left and was all water under the bridge as far as she was concerned because Cassandra’s hormones had been all over the place at the time. She’d generally been a very mixed-up teenager.
Sallie was pleased to hear that she was settling down and wished her and her partner success in their new venture, but it didn’t stop her from wishing that it was someone more amenable that Steve was so keen for them to support.
For his part, Steve wondered if it was always going to be that way, that every time he suggested doing something together, it turned into an issue.
‘Hello, Dr Beaumont,’ Cassandra said awkwardly when she saw her. ‘Thanks for supporting us on our opening day.’
Sallie looked around her and smiled. ‘This is really something, Cassandra. You’ve transformed the place.’
She was thinking that the twenty-two-year-old had also transformed herself. The tarted-up, overweight adolescent had been replaced with a slimmer, toned-down version and it could have a lot to do with the toddler that the Leminson family were so devoted to.
The walls of the café had been painted in the palest of sunshine yellows, with views of the surrounding countryside hung upon them. The tables and chairs were of light golden wood with bright turquoise cloths, white china and sparkling cutlery, and beyond them, clearly on view was an immaculate kitchen.
‘Thank you,’ the young proprietress said, her colour rising, and turned to the young man beside her, who was wearing a chef’s hat. ‘Can I introduce my partner, Jonathan?’
When they’d shaken hands Cassandra’s glance went to Liam, who was looking around him from the safety of Steve’s arms, and she remarked, ‘I didn’t know that you had a baby.’
‘He isn’t ours,’ Sallie explained. ‘Liam belongs to my husband’s niece. We’ve are looking after him while she’s working abroad.’
‘Where would you like to sit?’ Jonathan asked Steve.
‘Wherever there’s room for a high chair beside us,’ Steve replied and they were shown to a table in the corner.
When they were seated Cassandra presented them with menus and before she left them to make their choices she turned to Sallie and said, ‘I’ve been at catering college for the last two years and have had family responsibilities that have kept me busy, so this is an opportunity for me to say how sorry I am for being so difficult and abusive the last time I was at the surgery. I was a horror in those days, but being escorted from the surgery by the police and having to face up to my problems did me a world of good.’
‘Yours were difficult teenage years,’ Sallie told her. ‘Some people sail through them, while for others they are not easy. It’s been good to meet you today and discover that you’ve overcome all that. We wish you every success in what you’ve undertaken.’
‘Am I missing something here?’ Steve asked, when Cassandra had gone to greet some other new arrivals. ‘What was all that about?’
‘Cassandra came to see me about an abortion when she was eighteen. She was always very aggressive and demanding when she came to the surgery, and on the day she referred to I had to tell her that she’d left it too late for an abortion. The result was she went berserk and attacked me. The rest of the staff came and restrained her, then sent for the police and her parents, who knew nothing about the pregnancy. Do you know Jack Leminson at all?’
Did he know Jack Leminson? ‘Er…yes. I know him slightly.’
‘He’s known to be a good builder, but I didn’t rate him much of a father during that episode. He was fidgeting to get back to work all the time he was with his wife and daughter and the police.
‘But,’ she said, lowering her voice, ‘some way, somehow that girl has sorted herself out. It is great to see her involved in something like this. She’s barely twenty-two, yet look what she’s achieved already.’
‘And she actually attacked you?’
‘Mmm. She was a handful in anybody’s book.’
‘Is she the reason why you were reluctant to come here today?’
‘Well, yes. I didn’t want it to turn into a free-for-all, knowing our past history. I haven’t seen her for years so wasn’t sure what to expect. She moved to a practice in the town and eventually had the baby, a little girl who is adored by all the Leminson family.’
‘So your reluctance to come here wasn’t anything to do with us, then.’
‘No, Steve. It wasn’t. Please, don’t read things that aren’t there into everything I say and do.’
‘I’ll try not to,’ he promised. He was smiling, but deep down he knew they had a long way to go before Sallie would be eager to spend time with him away from the practice. At the surgery and in the apartment they were on mutual home ground with Liam as a focal point, but he wasn’t sure if any contact outside that was ever going to be really welcome.
After they’d eaten and congratulated the two young café owners on the quality of the food, Sallie said, ‘I’ve brought some bread with me. Shall we go by the park and feed the ducks? Hannah takes Liam there sometimes and she says he knows how to throw the bread to them, but he’s not happy if they come too near his buggy.’
‘We’ll have to see that they don’t, then,’ he said. ‘If it was warmer, I could row you both around the lake there. But I don’t think there would be much pleasure in it today.’
There was a chill wind and grey winter skies above, so they wouldn’t be lingering long by the ducks either, but as long as they were together he didn’t care where they were.
That night when they were seated by the fire after Liam had gone to sleep, Steve said, ‘Did you press charges against the Leminson girl?’
Sallie shook her head. ‘No. She was just a mixed-up adolescent who was pregnant and frightened. I wasn’t going to take her to court. Sending for the police was enough to bring her up with a jolt. Why do you ask?’
‘Why do you think? Everyone in health care is at risk from overwrought and overstroppy patients. I wish I’d been there to protect you.’
‘It’s all in the past, Steve,’ she said distantly. ‘I am trying to forget those years.’
Janine Gresty’s wedding was to take place on a Saturday in November and half the village had been invited. Philip had insisted that no expense was to be spared, that his condition was going to be ignored on that day and that, God willing, he would be there to take his daughter down the aisle.
‘It will be on crutches, I’m afraid,’ Steve had told him, ‘with Janine holding onto you and Sallie and I hovering, but I feel that you will manage it.’
Outside caterers had been brought in to organise the reception, which was being held at the farm, but the marriage service was to take place in the village church just down the road.
‘If anything stops me from giving Janine away, will you do it for me, Steve?’ Philip had asked after he’d had a really bad day in the week before the wedding.
‘Yes, of course I will,’ he’d replied, ‘but you are going to do it. Don’t start losing your determination at the last minute.’
Philip had smiled. ‘OK. Don’t badger me. Just stay near, that’s all.’
‘I’ll be like a limpet,’ he promised, ‘and so will Sallie. You’ll have two of us watching over you.’
Hannah had offered to have Liam for the day and put him to bed in the evening, so that they could be there for Philip if he needed them, without having to be responsible for the baby at the same time.
When the housekeeper had collected him on the morning of the wedding the two doctors found themselves alone in the apartment and there was an awkward silence
Having Liam around all the time made the uneasiness between them less obvious. He was a focal point for them both and that way they were able to keep their distance from each other.
There had been no real reunion since Steve had come back, just a sliding into a new way of life that was far from the way they’d once been. There’d been no opening up to each other. No new beginnings. How long could they go on like this? she thought achingly.
As the thoughts pierced her mind like spears, Steve appeared at the door of the spare room stripped ready for the shower. He halted when he saw her expression and questioned, ‘What’s wrong?’
‘Nothing,’ she said in a low voice. ‘I was just thinking how strange it is without Liam.’
‘And is that it?’ he exclaimed. ‘You’re looking as if the world is coming to an end because we’re going to be without him for a few hours?’
Sallie shook her head. ‘No. That isn’t it. The real reason I’m looking like this is because I can’t believe that the two polite robots who live here are you and I.’
His eyes darkened. ‘So what do you propose we do about it? You have the advantage over me, as I’m the one in the wrong.’
‘We were both wrong in the way we behaved,’ she said quietly. ‘I let you walk all over me instead of fighting back, and you were so hurt and angry you couldn’t think straight. And where has it got us? Almost three and a half years on we are like strangers. We used to read each other’s thoughts, know each other’s needs. You had only to touch me and I melted. We couldn’t exist without each other, or so we thought. But we have done, haven’t we…existed without each other?’
He took a step nearer and as Sallie felt her blood start to warm he asked, ‘What’s brought this on?’
She shook her head. ‘I don’t know. Maybe it’s the time of the month.’
‘Oh, that! Do you think you would melt at my touch now, Sal, after all we’ve been through?’
‘I don’t know,’ she whispered. ‘It’s so long ago. I don’t know how I would feel.’
‘Are you asking me to make love to you?’
‘Do you want to?’
‘A needless question if ever I heard one. But do you remember when you shrank away from me, I told you then that I would never touch you again unless you asked me to. That I would have to be sure I wasn’t falling into another pit I’d dug for myself.’
‘So touch me,’ she whispered. ‘I’m asking you.’
‘Where? Where do you want me to touch you?’
‘Anywhere. Just so that I can feel your hands on me.’
‘You are just as lovely as ever,’ he said huskily. Reaching out for her, he kissed her, stroking the slender curve of her back and the mounds of her buttocks. Then with his arms still around her he led her towards the bed, exultant to know that the magic was still there.
But he was being too optimistic. Sallie was stiffening in his arms, holding herself away from him.
‘What is it?’ he asked warily.
‘I can’t!’ she cried. ‘I’d forgotten what those last few months of desperate attempts at baby-making were like. I couldn’t go through that again. Hoping that my period wouldn’t come, and, when it did, dreading having to tell you.’
He released her. ‘I’ve told you that it won’t be like that now,’ he said flatly. ‘I’ve accepted what happened and put it behind me. But if you’ve suddenly decided that you need an excuse to refuse me, I’ll go and have the shower that I was about to take. In case you’ve forgotten, we are going to a wedding.’
‘I’m sorry, Steve,’ she said to his departing back. ‘I should have known it wouldn’t be that easy.’
The arrangement was that they would call at the farm to check on Philip before going to the church, and as they drove the short distance there was silence between them once more.
They had both dressed with care, Sallie in a long beige winter coat with a fur collar and a matching soft wool dress beneath it and Steve in a dark suit with a pristine white shirt and silk tie.
To the uninformed onlooker they would be seen as a striking pair who had everything going for them, with their own medical practice in a beautiful Cheshire village. There’d been a rift some time ago. A bit of a mystery it had been. But from the way that Stephen Beaumont looked at his wife these days, it would seem that it was well and truly behind them.
They wouldn’t know that Sallie Beaumont’s pleasant efficiency and her husband’s brisk approach to health care concealed the sadness of a marriage gone wrong.
As Sallie gave Steve a quick sideways glance from beneath lowered lids, she thought that he was still the most attractive man she’d ever met. Someone that men envied and women noticed. Yet he had only ever wanted her, average figure, average looks, average everything.
He’d wanted her back there at the apartment, and she’d wanted him, desperately, until the pain of the past had come surging back. Now she was ashamed for creating the moment that had been the last thing in his mind as he’d gone to shower.
They needed to perk up before they got to the Grestys’, Steve was thinking. It was Janine’s big day, and also a very special occasion for her parents. He was praying that Philip was going to be able to achieve his heart’s desire but, whether he did or not, the family wasn’t going to want two of their friends arriving as if they were attending a funeral instead of a wedding.
‘Forget what happened earlier, Sal,’ he said flatly. ‘Maybe we’ve outgrown each other.’
‘If that’s what you think,’ she said tearfully, ‘would I have asked you to make love to me? It was dread that made me tell you to stop. The dread of us going back to how we were before you went away.’
‘I can understand that, but there was a time when you believed what I said. You know I’ve never lied to you, so why should I start now? It will not be like it was before. Trust me.’
The farm had come into view and he swivelled to face her. ‘We need to lighten up for the Grestys’ sake, Sal. Our problems have been on hold long enough. A little longer won’t make any difference.’
Philip was already dressed in a silver-grey suit with matching top hat when they arrived. He looked pale and anxious and Anna told them, ‘His speech isn’t good this morning. Philip is concerned that when he makes his responses, he won’t be able to get the words out.’
‘Just take your time,’ Sallie told him softly. ‘There won’t be any rush.’
‘And I’ll be hovering in case you need me,’ Steve told him. ‘But you’re not going to. You’re going to be fine.’
At that moment the bride appeared, serene and beautiful, and Sallie felt tears prick. Despite everything, Janine was embracing the present, and if the future held anything unpleasant she would face it then instead of now, with a man who truly loved her by her side.
Maybe she and Steve could learn something from her. When she looked up she found his gaze on her, dark and questioning, and she began to wish she could turn the clock back to those moments in the apartment when the only thing in their minds had been their need of each other. Yet maybe that was why it hadn’t felt right. Would it be possible to rebuild their marriage on just desire?
The church was full of family, friends and well-wishers, with flowers everywhere. When Steve saw the bridegroom with his hair cut short and earring missing, he hid a smile. That was going to bring added pleasure to Anna’s day, he thought.
He and Sallie were waiting outside the church when the car with the bride and her father arrived, and as they helped Philip out and made sure he’d got a firm hold on the walking frame that Steve had decided was a better idea than crutches, he began to move slowly forward with his daughter’s hand under his elbow.
Relieved that they’d set in motion Philip’s dearest wish, the two doctors hurried into the church behind them and settled themselves in a pew at the back to watch a brave man give his daughter away in marriage. Philip managed to make his reply to the vicar’s question and in the emotion of the moment Steve took Sallie’s hand in his and squeezed it hard.
‘Oh! Sorry,’ he said, and withdrew his grasp.
‘Stop it!’ she whispered crossly. ‘I hate it when you’re apologetic over things that don’t matter.’
He was smiling. ‘You’d rather I was the bolshy beast of yore.’
‘Yes. I mean no.’
Janine was now standing beside her bridegroom. They were about to make their vows, and as Anna stepped forward with a wheelchair Steve moved swiftly to the front of the church and helped her to assist Philip into it.
‘I did it,’ he said in a low, slurred voice. ‘I don’t know how, but I did it.’
Bending over him, Steve whispered in his ear, ‘Didn’t I say you would?’
Swivelling the wheelchair round, he placed it at the end of the front pew where Anna was sitting and then returned to his own place at the back.
He was holding back tears. Sallie saw them and now it was her turn to take his hand in hers, but this time there was no wry humour in him. ‘I sometimes think there is no justice in this world,’ he said, and she nodded.
Steve had helped Anna put Philip to bed and was ready to join Sallie at the reception. When he went into the lounge of the farmhouse he saw that Henry Crabtree had collared her and he groaned.
He wasn’t the only one to visit the building site when the opportunity arose. From what she’d said, Sallie had also been viewing what was going on there at some time during the previous week and he hoped that Henry hadn’t spotted her there.
When he joined them it appeared that he had, as Sallie said, ‘Henry is telling me that he saw me in Bluebell Lane, admiring the house that someone is having built. He is just as curious as we are to know who is going to be living there.’
Not wanting to say anything that might set her thinking, Steve just nodded and helped himself to a glass of champagne from a tray held by a hovering waiter.
Anna appeared beside them at that moment and to his relief the discussion about the house in Bluebell Lane ended.
‘Thank you both for helping Philip,’ she said. ‘It took a tremendous effort on his part, but he got his wish. He gets weaker by the day and I wonder how long we are going to have him with us.’
‘It may be longer than you think,’ Sallie told her gently. ‘The illness will take its course and in its later stages you might be relieved to see him go.’
‘That was a bit steep, what you said to Anna,’ Steve said as they drove home in what had turned out to be a wet and misty night.
‘Anna is a realist,’ she said. ‘She won’t want to be fobbed off with platitudes. She’s seeing the man she loves grow weaker all the time and needs to know the score.’
He sighed. ‘Yes. I suppose you’re right, and, whether Anna knows the score or not, Philip does.’
‘If your cancer hadn’t been treatable and had run amok, I might have been in the same position as Anna, watching the man I loved dying before my eyes.’
They arrived home and after pulling up in front of the surgery Steve turned to face her. ‘Is that your way of saying that I should have been more anxious about the cancer and less fraught about my fading dreams of fatherhood?’
‘You should have been concerned about both and been thankful that Tom Cavanagh had cleared you of the cancer. That should have been enough to be going on with, but there was this overpowering need in you to have children and it took over our lives.’
‘I thought that you wanted them as much as I did.’
‘I did, but I wanted you more. All I could think about at that time was that you’d had cancer. That I could have lost you. Nothing else was as important as that.’
Without comment, Steve looked upwards to where the lights of the apartment were shining out in the rain and mist and said, ‘Shall we go and see if Liam has missed us?
She smiled. ‘I’m hoping that he’ll be asleep. It will be strange if he isn’t at this time of night.’
‘And I’m not allowed to wake him up,’ he teased.
‘Don’t even think about it.’
Hannah was waiting for them at the top of the stairs with a worried expression on her face, and they tuned into it immediately.
‘What’s wrong?’ Steve asked, leaping up the last few steps. ‘Is it Liam?’
She shook her head. ‘No. He’s fast asleep. The vicar’s wife has just been on the phone to say that the Scout group from the church were taken on a march across the moors this morning. They should have been back late afternoon but haven’t turned up. The vicar has phoned the police and they are going to organise a search party, but the villagers aren’t prepared to wait and some of them are ready to go and look for them themselves. They feel that a doctor in the search party would come in handy if any of them have been injured or are suffering from the cold and wet conditions up there.’
Steve went into the bedroom and got out of his wedding clothes. When he reappeared dressed in a thick anorak, jeans and walking boots, he found Sallie dressed in similar clothes.
She saw that he was frowning and told him, ‘I’m coming, too. Hannah says she will stay the night with Liam if need be. Are you ready?’
‘Yes,’ he said abruptly. ‘And I don’t see the need for you to go. It could be treacherous up there.’
She shook her head. ‘You know what they say. Two doctors are better than one, and I know the moors as well as anybody. So let’s get moving or they’ll be setting off without us. And we need torches, Steve. There are a couple in one of the kitchen cupboards.’