She had not been back there for at least twenty-five years, yet every detail of it remained vivid. It was far clearer in her mind than other places she had been to more recently, maybe because she associated it with happiness; her indulgent grandparents, the summer stretching ahead forever. Thinking about the house usually made her feel relaxed enough to fall asleep, something she desperately needed to do tonight. She took a deep breath, rolled over onto her back and walked along a lane thick with fountains of hawthorn, through the green front door, across the terracotta tiled kitchen floor and past the larder, with its smell of earth-covered potatoes and sponge cake. Next was the dining room, where the long lacquered table was made up with place mats of Dickensian London and silver soup spoons smelling of the mildewed satin-lined box they were kept in on the sideboard. She saw the crossed swords on the wall above the fireplace and the two Chinese fishermen with real string fishing lines on the mantel.
What do You think about Someone To Watch Over Me (2013)?
