Chapter Twenty-ThreeBen picked up Agnes at the entrance to the racecourse. During the ride back to the hotel, he asked her how she had got on at the races.
“I did quite well, considering I don't know anything about horseracing,” she replied. “However, one of the men…” She paused. “I think they call them turf accountants?”
“Yes,” Ben replied, his eyes still glued on the road ahead.
“Well, he very kindly explained it to me,” she continued. “But even then, I didn't have a clue.”
She forced a laugh, her mind still focused on the couple she had left in the bar at the racecourse. Between them, they had totally ruined the lovely memories she held of her father.
Ben laughed. “Yet you did okay. You must have got something right today. Good for you.”
“Yes,” Agnes said, thoughtfully, though she
