hugged her coat closer about her suddenly, feeling cold andapprehensive. She avoided looking in that direction. Somehow shewanted to delay the moment when she must take up contact again withMichael's family, and only when Emma tugged her hand and demandedexcitedly: "Where's Grandma? Can you see her, Mummy?' did she cast acur-sory glance towards the reception lounge.'Not yet, darling,' she murmured faintly, glancing round to ascertain thattheir cases were all together. Most of their heavier luggage had gone bysea, in trunks, but they had a couple of cases with them containingnecessary changes of clothing.'But you did say that Grandma was coming to meet us, didn't you,Mummy?' Emma asked persistently. 'I 'spect she's waiting with thoseother people, don't you?''I expect so, darling.' Julie heaved a deep breath. 'Come along. We'll goand see.'Disdaining the use of a porter, Julie picked up a case in each hand anddirecting Emma to carry her airline bag they emerged into the receptionarea. Lucy Pemberton, Michael's mother, had said she would meet themat the airport, but she was notoriously unreliable and Julie was notsurprised to find no sign of her. She sighed. Were she not feeling sohollow already. Lucy's non-appearance to meet the daughter-in-law shehad not seen for almost six years might have aroused a distinctlyunpleasant ache in the region of her heart, but the events of the pastthree months had been so traumatic anyway, she felt almost empty ofemotion.Only Emma's small face drooped with disappointment.'She's not here!' she announced indignantly. 'Oh, Mummy, why? Whyisn't she here like she said she would be?'Julie bent to the child, putting down the cases with a sigh.