*The tiled floor, the heavy doors of the lift, the marquetry elephants and palm trees on the sides of the lift. This time no Andrew to meet me. I walked along the corridor to the door of the flat. Simpson opened the door and gave me a smile that was almost confidential, as if to say: ‘I wish I knew what all this is about.’ I noticed that the laundry basket and the folded wheelchair had been removed. The long table was not cluttered with papers, the doors of the bathroom and study were closed. Simpson took my coat in the hand not occupied with holding his stick. I looked around to see if there was any sign of Andrew. His presence would have made me feel more at ease. He must have guessed what I was thinking. ‘Dinah’s in the kitchen getting supper ready.’‘And Andrew?’ I asked.‘Staying with a friend. Now what’ll you have? I’m afraid it’s just gin or sherry.’ I chose gin. I saw him move a small table slightly to the right.
What do You think about Somewhere Beyond Reproach (2013)?
