Jemima Shore At The Sunny Grave (2014) - Plot & Excerpts
It was that bet, I said. That’s what I told the detective, Tomlinson. I saw it all. I was in a privileged position, wasn’t I? “We both were,” says Bella, adding in that reproving little voice of hers, “We both looked after the Colonel and Lady Sissy.” Then she clicks her tongue, a thoroughly maddening habit. To return to the beginning: the bet. Let’s face it, Bella was in the kitchen and I was getting them their drinks, their PPs, as the Colonel always called them. PP for pre-prandial. He had nicknames for everything, everything to do with drink that is. Posties were post-prandial drinks (not many of those allowed) and MMs, mid-morning drinks, were even rarer: heavy colds or birthdays were about the only things which justified an MM in my experience. As I told that fellow Tomlinson, the Colonel was never a heavy drinker in all the years I was at the Manor, and believe me I know what I’m talking about. But he was an opinionated drinker. I had to explain this several times to Tomlinson before he got the point and then he said something typical like, “He could afford to have opinions, I suppose,”
What do You think about Jemima Shore At The Sunny Grave (2014)?
