My wife’s Father. A remote authority figure who poured charm on all outside the family and scorn on all within it. The day he left, his children breathed a sigh of relief, and began to learn to be happy.
But their mother died, bringing them back into his orbit where they suffered his sadistic humours and his wife’s cold indifference.
Susanna was seventeen when he decreed she should marry the son of his oldest friend. Me.
Three months later, he met with a fatal accident whilst out shooting with me.
It was the first time I saw my wife smile…
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