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256 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2022
When her Geordie died, it had been a shock to come up against that sudden, implacable absence. It was like being slapped hard by an icy hand. Then, in the terrible limbo between his dying and the funeral, she'd caught glimpses of him everywhere, so that coming indoors at dusk, as she reached for the light switch, Geordie's shadow would darken his favourite armchair; in their bedroom, she surprised a flash of his old mustard corduroy coat sleeve in the wardrobe mirror. Every mirror in the house held fragments of Geordie, even the little circular hand-mirror with the crack in it he had used for shaving.
Dorelia would have covered them all with cloths if it hadn't been for the children. They would have pounced on that as a sign that she was not holding up — she imagined Laurence and Hannah frowning and reaching for their phones. Apparently, they stored within those devices lists of suitable places they researched on their parents' behalf. (p.2)
It was Dorelia's great good fortune to have stumbled upon the tower house during a rare window of inattention from her children. (p.23)