“They come from England. Do you remember that beach we went to, not that long ago? That was England,” Elena answered. “I would have thought it was highly unlikely that you are related to any of them.” She laughed as if to pass off the peculiarity of his question as the oddity of a child. “Why don’t you come round the gardens with us,” Paris […]
He’d ignored Gerard’s reference to Maone before, guided before by his dismissive attitude. He could tell by the way this man smiled over at Stolid and the look he received back that he could not dismiss this man. He was almost certainly Stolid’s new lover, either actually or nearly: probably the reason for his lack of contact. Timonthy was scared for Paris’s sake, not for […]
He came back and picked unenthusiastically at the remains of his dessert: some sort of uninspiring variant on a cheesecake. “Unusual stuff!” Gerard said. He had chosen the same although he had managed to finish his, presumably with the appetite built up after a day working hard in the garden. “Yes, I think I will leave the rest of this,” Timonthy said watching Lizzie […]
“Yes I will,” he promised. “And give it back to them after?” There was a definite tone in her voice that suggested she thought this would be foolish. “Well,” he thought about it, “as far as we know, this is what Stolid arranged, to look after his garden and house. I don’t see I will have any choice until we see Stolid and check with […]
They got back into the car and carried on their journey in silence as though they were both considering what they had learnt.. The countryside rushed past in the corner of Timonthy’s eye. He concentrated on the road with intensity. He remembered making a similar journey many years before. Although they had started in London they had left the Motorway and travelled cross country just […]