The Light Years (The Cazalet Chronicle) - Plot & Excerpts
They had had a late supper, and the children had gone to bed. ‘She told me she wished to go home. Thank you, darling. How welcome!’ ‘Everybody else wishes the same, but really I feel we ought to wait and see how things turn out.’ They were talking, as they often did, of their mother about whom they were always in complete agreement. Whereas neither of them liked either Edward’s or Raymond’s comments about her, they felt free, when they were alone, to discuss her impossible nature, signs of which, when they were not in agreement, each could see in the other. Now Jessica shrugged, stretched out her long thin legs and kicked off her shoes. ‘Goodness! I don’t usually drink whisky, but after such a day . . . ’ ‘How was it – really?’ She had been treated to a highly coloured version of the funeral at supper, largely by Nora. ‘And poor Aunt Lena was propped up in the dining room in her coffin. She looked like one of those huge, expensive dolls you see in Whiteley’s at Christmas.
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