‘I’ve seen it,’ Heather said. ‘I wonder if Ismay knows. She never reads a paper these days. Eva really was lovely, but not like a woman. Like a child of twelve.’ ‘Andrew Campbell-Sedge fancies twelve-year-olds. Haven’t you noticed?’ She would live for ten years, thought Marion. At least ten. There had been a man of a hundred and nine having a birthday party on breakfast television that morning. Was she going to stay with Avice in spite of this setback? Perhaps for a while. She remembered the will. That still stood and would endure. But she wouldn’t allow herself to be a slave, tied to the place. It was time for her poor old father to have a serious illness which required her frequent presence. She was thinking along these lines, wondering whether to give him cancer or coronary heart disease, when her mobile rang. The sound it made was the first few bars of ‘The Entry of the Queen of Sheba’ and Avice asked her rather crossly if she’d left the wireless on. Her caller was Barry Fenix.
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