Fanny s letter arrived quite out of the blue~ \". ~ ~ you ll remember this place,\" it said~ \"Those Sund~ afternoon drives~ Your father used to ask us where we d lil to go and we d chant in unison, Past Sherringham Hal Your mother scolded us for our morbid curiosity, said ought to go to the Rake, or the beacon, or the nearest state home~ But to get to the lake, or the beacon, or the neare stately home we had to pass Sherr!ngham Hall anywa3 Funny, isn t it, when you think back? Prophetic perhaps, but not funny, not funny at all. Lorn turned over the page~ \"... I d like to see you. Of course, if you feel you can t, I l understand...\" Of course. When Charley came in she showed him the letter, asked him point blank: \"Shall I go?\" \"Whatever you hke. Just so long as you don t involve me, was the unspoken rider. He immersed himself in paperwork, switched off his tttention. ,, , ,, . I ll go on Thursday, she said. From the back seat of her father s Bentley all that had been risible of Sherringham Hall was a clock tower, a spire and a himney. The house had been surrounded by trees~ In the tinter there had been the occasional glimpse of late sun linting on a window~ \"Barred,\" Fanny had said, with relish, and all the rooms,padded.\" \"It s changed a ~reat de .\" anny had written Or did we o \" . . u al ~ my ever Imagine all that?\" Probably. At that stage fantasy had played a large part in leir lives: that one day they would play the piano on the age of the Wigmore Hall, win Wimbledon, be desired by 9
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