Harry was back in New York. Geoff had gone to London to run Global Images. And everyone else had taken off earlier in the day. Not too long ago, Zac had gone to Nice to keep an appointment with Dr Biron, who had treated Dad at times, and Cara had rushed up to her two huge greenhouses, built on her hilltop land adjoining the gardens of the house. Jessica, needing to keep an appointment at the auction house, had asked Adeline to drive her to the city, and Adeline had been happy to do so. She was going to the market to do the shopping for the weekend anyway, and it presented no problem. Only Raffi, the gardener, was around somewhere in the grounds, plying his trade. I was working on the dining-room table, where Zac and I had set up our base. There were masses of photographs for Dad’s war book, and the large round table offered plenty of space, so we had a useful overview of all the pictures. The house was so quiet and still it was almost like being in another place altogether. I enjoyed the peace and tranquillity because it was so conducive to work.
