She had been gasping between terrified tears. She had stopped crying after a while, and tried pleading. It had made no difference. She had promised everything demanded, reminding Edward that she had always done her best to support him, even when it meant putting herself on the wrong side of the law. In her own defence, she had said her crime – to allow Jamie to come into the house and have a piano lesson – had been a very small one. And no harm had been done. And why had he attacked Father in that way? He was an old man, and broken by all the trouble. No longer the real head of the family, and if it was anyone’s fault it had been Enid’s. None of it had made any difference. Manhandled and restrained, she had ended up in what she now knew for certain to be a cave, now that she felt the warmth of a little sunlight filtering in through the undergrowth. The sounds and smells, birdsong and dampness, convinced her she was in the cave in Alibone Woods, where they had picnicked in happier days.
What do You think about Lois Meade 03: Weeping On Wednesday (1987) (1987)?
