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So life in the household went on, more or less peacefully.
One day when Harry had gone out alone, he felt like a bit of his own company, Edgar took the opportunity to sit down with Betsy over a cup of coffee and a biscuit. “Betsy,” he said, “I’ve been wanting to say something very personal. Actually, it’s a question.” He hesitated and Betsy looked at him enquiringly, “Go on,” she said. [Read more...]
The time soon passed with all the preparations and cleaning and so Edgar moved in. First his belongings, and he spent time arranging them. Then he went out again saying he’d be back soon.
When he rang the front doorbell Harry opened and was astonished to see his friend holding a large bunch of beautiful chrysanthemums. “For Betsy”, said Edgar, a little shyly.
The old friends agreed not to meet the following week. Edgar wanted to start sorting and packing his gear and Harry had decided to tackle the second of the wardrobe boxes.
“Here goes”, he huffed as he dragged it out onto the floor and untied the knots in the very thick string.
“Great balls of bulb fibre!” he exclaimed. [Read more...]
Harry felt quite uplifted by his idea of writing and set about fishing more packages out of the box. A pile of old bills and receipts.
“Why did I keep these?” He wondered, and glanced through quickly before jettisoning the heap into the ‘unwanted’ receptacle. “That’s better,” he thought, pleased that he’d finally found something he was happy to let go of, and aware that he’d looked at them, albeit briefly, before doing so, with the vague thought that there might have been something to contribute to the memoirs. [Read more...]
The first box he opened revealed a great many small packages, envelopes of various sizes bound with rubber bands which gave up the ghost as soon as touched. The paper of the envelopes was yellowed and sere. Harry opened the first one that came to hand. “Oh my sainted godfather!” he said aloud. “Annie Clark!” A rather brown photograph of a buxom young woman sitting on a hay bale. Harry sat on the edge of the bed staring at the old, what had once been black and white, snapshot. [Read more...]
