Shooting Butterflies (2003)
“Grace, looking through some old correspondence of Arthur’s passed on to her by Noah, could tell from the way she circled the table humming a little ditty. She craned her neck and peered over Grace’s shoulder, giving a groan of pain. She made several comments about Grace always being busy. ‘You’re like your father. He was always busy with something or another, even when there seemed to be nothing to be that busy with. Not that I’m complaining, I never did. I’m a busy person myself. And I know I’...m very fortunate to have you here for your holidays.’ ‘Not all my holidays, Evie. I’ll stay until you manage on your own but then I’ve got things to do, lots of things.’ But she remembered that moon-face peering round the door of her father’s study, hoping for an invitation to enter. She remembered sitting in her room with a group of friends and Mrs Shield bustling in with a tray of cocoa that no one wanted, lingering just in case she was needed, before disappearing back to that chill corner of the house where the leftover people go.MoreLess
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