All through the conservatory tea, during the stroll to admire the clinic’s flowerbeds, the pause for Edward to rest on the terrace bench, she must have been waiting, keyed-up with curiosity, to ask. Heather was concentrating on pulling out into a busy stretch of rush-hour motorway, which unfortunately left Delia to seize the moment and get in first. ‘Just an old man’s muddle dear,’ she cut in firmly, with a long, hard warning stare at Heather by way of the rear-view mirror. Heather glared back, though at the same time thinking that at least her mother hadn’t replied with the ‘Never you mind’, with which she’d answered so many of Heather’s own teenage questions. Kate wouldn’t have put up with that; such a tantalizing brush-off would have been a challenge to her. Kate immediately lost interest, preferring to stay fastidiously ignorant of unpalatable senile failings, and was slumped over with her head vibrating against the window, trying to see her reflection in the wing mirror.
What do You think about Seven For A Secret (1996)?
