Pausing to catch her breath at the top, she looked back and felt a cold chill.
Nan was still standing just inside the front door,
watching her shrewdly. Nan had been standing there watching her all along.
Nan gave a cheery wave of encouragement and, this time, left the house, closing the door softly behind her.
âIâve been ringing and ringing,â Lynette complained. She was propped up against the pillows, fractious and flushed with the exertion of her bell-ringing. Or was it temper? âWhereâs Nan?â
âGone to church,â Margot said coolly, regarding her in the new light of the suspicions that had surfaced during the night and could not be completely discarded. âWhat is it you want?â
âI want Nan! When will she be back?â Lynette pushed the bell aside and looked at Margot uneasily, as though sensing something less than whole-hearted approval.
âI donât know. What is it you want? I can get it.â
âMy tray is in the way.â Lynette pouted at the bedside table where the tray occupied most of the space.
âIâll take it down.â Margot picked up the tray and hesitated. âYou know, you could just put it outside the door and then anyone going downstairs could take it down with them.â
âIâm not well!â Lynette recoiled as though she had been struck. âI canât get up.â
âYou get up to go to the loo, donât you?â
âYes ⦠but I donât have to carry anything.â She was being bullied unmercifully, Lynetteâs body-language conveyed. She sank deeper into the pillows, her eyelids fluttered down, her voice grew weaker. âIâm not well.â
âYou might feel better if you tried to move around more.â
âAre you a doctor?â Lynetteâs eyes opened and flashed hostility.
âNo, Iâm just trying to help.â Margot realised she must go no further. Perhaps a seed had been planted. Perhaps. âIs there anything else you want?â
âYes. I want Tikki. Where is he?â
âI havenât seen him,â Margot replied truthfully.
âHeâs been here. I can always tell when I wake up. He likes to play with the jigsaw pieces. Yes â thatâs what else you can do. Pick them up off the floor ⦠please.â
Margot set the tray down on a nearby chair and stooped to gather up the scattered pieces. Sudden dizziness overcame her and she sat down heavily on the floor.
âWhatâs the matter?â Lynette cried in sudden panic. âAre you all right?â She reached for the handbell.
âNo, no, itâs nothing,â Margot said quickly. âItâs just â I havenât had breakfast yet. My blood sugar is a little low. Thatâs all.â
âYouâre sure?â Lynette was not convinced. âYouâre not ⦠sick?â Dying, she meant. Her world had caved in so completely beneath her feet that she no longer trusted the firmest surface, the strongest person. Anything â anyone - could betray her at any moment.
âNo, no.â Margot forced herself to her feet and dropped the jigsaw pieces on the table. Cautiously she reclaimed the tray. âIâm going to get some breakfast now.â
âIs my father downstairs?â Lynette asked abruptly. âI want to see him. Send him up to me.â
âIf heâs there,â Margot promised.
âI know heâs there,â Lynette insisted. âIâm sure I heard his voice a little while ago.â She paused. âBut donât let Verity come up. I donât want Verity.â
â Who does?â Margot stopped herself from actually saying it, but the thought seemed to hang in the air and Lynette was not stupid.
âYou donât like her, either.â Lynette exuded satisfaction; she had discovered an ally. âI think sheâs terrible. I donât want her to be my new â â
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