‘Why the sigh?’ asked Sarah briskly. Behind Kathryn the London traffic roared. She shut the window with a bang and at once the sound was muffled. ‘Oh Mum, Bulbury Knap is such a long way away. Are you sure you’re doing the right thing?’ Sarah, busy folding clothes and placing them in her suitcase, looked supremely confident. ‘Of course, love. Haven’t I said so a thousand times?’ Kathryn smiled, though her mouth felt stiff. ‘A hundred at least,’ she admitted. This was not the moment to voice lingering doubts about this place, Bulbury Knap. What if it was a complete dump, run down and impossible for one person to cope with? Mum hadn’t even seen it, for goodness’ sake, or met her prospective employers. Charming as this great-nephew sounded from what Mum said when he interviewed her on their behalf he wasn’t going to be at Bulbury Knap all the time. And why the haste in getting her down to Dorset? Suppose there was some dark reason for his hurry? But it was too late to change anything now and all she could do was help clear up the flat and offer to see Mum safely on to the coach for the West Country.
