Cradle to Grave
“He was wet, dirty and visibly shaken.
He said nothing, only crossing to the cupboard where the whisky was kept and collecting the bottle and a large tumbler, then sitting down heavily at the kitchen table and filling the glass to the top.
‘What’s – what’s wrong?’ Maidie faltered.
Alick swallowed, grimaced, then said, ‘Where is she?’ ‘Beth? She’s . . . out.’ It wasn’t the moment to tell him it was his mother who had driven her out. Not that he’d care, anyway: Ina was smart enough to treat her so...n with wary respect, and the money she paid for her keep was more important to him than whatever burden it might place on his wife.
‘You know she said her partner wasn’t there? Well, he was.’ Maidie’s eyes widened. ‘Dead?’ ‘Dead. Could barely see him for plaster and rubble. But who was it had to go in there and check he’s really dead, with the house ready to come down any minute?’ A shudder ran through him. ‘Not Himself, that’s for sure – wouldn’t sully his hands.MoreLess
He said nothing, only crossing to the cupboard where the whisky was kept and collecting the bottle and a large tumbler, then sitting down heavily at the kitchen table and filling the glass to the top.
‘What’s – what’s wrong?’ Maidie faltered.
Alick swallowed, grimaced, then said, ‘Where is she?’ ‘Beth? She’s . . . out.’ It wasn’t the moment to tell him it was his mother who had driven her out. Not that he’d care, anyway: Ina was smart enough to treat her so...n with wary respect, and the money she paid for her keep was more important to him than whatever burden it might place on his wife.
‘You know she said her partner wasn’t there? Well, he was.’ Maidie’s eyes widened. ‘Dead?’ ‘Dead. Could barely see him for plaster and rubble. But who was it had to go in there and check he’s really dead, with the house ready to come down any minute?’ A shudder ran through him. ‘Not Himself, that’s for sure – wouldn’t sully his hands.MoreLess
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