The trees dripped heavily on the pavements, though the rain itself had stopped. Oppressed by the aqueous gloom which surrounded her, she switched on the red-shaded lamps that Ronnie had made out of old wine bottles. They glowed dimly and made no impression at all upon the room itself. In the even dimmer kitchen she made tea and toast, put it on a tray, brought it back up to her table by the window and sat down in Robert’s chair. The house was so quiet. In the week since Edward died, all the other students had gone away, off to holiday jobs, to travel abroad, or back home to the country to help on the farm. It was a relief. The less goodbyes to say the better. All she wanted to do now was to slip away. Leave behind the remains of a life Edward’s death had taken from her. She’d no appetite for her toast, but she was very thirsty. She sat drinking tea and trying to decide how best to fill the hours before Andrew came, when she would know for sure if she were right.
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