Mercy Seat
“Jenny complained of being tired and seemed to shut herself off from all of us, even Michael, for long stretches of time. I read and watched TV on the sofa with Christine while Jenny, curled in the big armchair opposite us, leafed through some of the magazines she’d bought while they’d wandered the shops and cafes in the week before. At ten she suggested an early night. Christine agreed and that was just about the only communication they had all evening.
At breakfast on the Tuesday, when Christi...ne had showered after her swim and was towelling her hair in front of the window, Jenny mentioned that maybe Anzani wouldn’t be too happy about her riding with me in his van. He might think you’re taking advantage, she said.
Advantage of what? Christine asked, watching me rather than her sister.
Jenny finished feeding Michael a blob of mush she’d scraped together from what was left of his rusks. It just might look odd, she said, if he sees you. He doesn’t know who you are. You could be anyone.MoreLess
At breakfast on the Tuesday, when Christi...ne had showered after her swim and was towelling her hair in front of the window, Jenny mentioned that maybe Anzani wouldn’t be too happy about her riding with me in his van. He might think you’re taking advantage, she said.
Advantage of what? Christine asked, watching me rather than her sister.
Jenny finished feeding Michael a blob of mush she’d scraped together from what was left of his rusks. It just might look odd, she said, if he sees you. He doesn’t know who you are. You could be anyone.MoreLess
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