From Whitechapel: A Novel Of Jack The Ripper (2014) - Plot & Excerpts
A train had just gone through and the air was still heavy with dense black smoke, which made Aunt Minerva, who was sitting opposite, click her tongue against her teeth with irritation and angrily yank the window blind down. ‘I really don’t know how you can bear it,’ she huffed to me, as I watched her with some amusement. ‘It’s so incredibly vulgar to live next to a railway line. Why on earth can’t your father move to Chelsea or even Bloomsbury like all the other artists I know? Heavens, he ought to be able to afford a house in Mayfair by now!’ I sighed, only too familiar with this well worn refrain as I’d been listening to variations on the same theme ever since childhood. ‘He likes Highbury,’ I said with a shrug. ‘And he loves the railway line. He likes to hear the trains go past while he’s working in his studio - he says that it keeps him sane and makes him feel modern and connected to the world even when he is painting scenes from history.’ Aunt Minerva sniffed and twitched her grey cashmere shawl into place about her shoulders.
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