It was a disquieting experience. The kitchen, as always, was in semi-darkness. With Biddy’s permission, I had been through the house to see if I could do anything about the pervasive gloom that seemed to cocoon it. It was a beautiful summer’s day outside, but inside was dark and actually a little chilly. I had washed all the windows thoroughly, made tie-backs for the curtains and aired the place, but the eternal twilight remained and there was a peculiar smell I just couldn’t get rid of. I had finally put it down to a design flaw in the building. The sun always seemed to be shining just at the wrong angle. I watched the two boys closely. This was the first time that Biddy had allowed me to see them when they were with ‘him’, and permission had been granted only when I promised not to intrude upon whatever was happening. The boys’ eyes were fixed at a particular point in the air. The brothers were different heights; Micky, as I’ve already mentioned, was significantly smaller than Bobby.
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