Lucien

He strode into the cool interiors of the house, bellowing his wife’s name,

‘Proserpina!' He thundered, 'WOMAN!’

‘I think Mumma is in the kitchen' said Ria and then, clinging to him, burrowing her face in his neck, she went on in a small voice,

‘I think she heard about Alfred.’

Proserpina stormed out of the kitchen, her hair flying behind her like a brown banner.

“RIA!’ she shouted, ignoring the fact that the little girl was ...