A small ceremony will be held at the Poplars on Sunday at four. RSVP “You must go, Reginald,” Rex’s mother said in her genteel Edinburgh dialect. Summer rain spattered the panes behind the net curtains of the front parlour, where they were taking tea. “Archie meant the world to Patricia. And yo...
The mourners would in all likelihood take the bulky, bearded redhead to be an usher or an assistant to the funeral home’s director, which suited his purpose for now. First in line went the parents, shrunk in grief, Sir William Howes extending a comforting arm around his wife’s fragile shoulders. ...