Chapter 3The day of rest arrived all too quickly. Adam rose in good time, shaved carefully, and donned his Sunday best and enjoyed the brisk walk to his family home since it was expected for the family to arrive at church en masse. As he stood in the hall, he heard his mother’s commanding voice from an upper storey.
As she descended the stairs, she greeted him with, “There you are, dear,” as if it was she who had been kept waiting when he bent to give her the customary peck her on the cheek. She swept past him, corralling the rest of the family trailing in her wake. Adam felt a mixture of admiration and exasperation.
His mother never changed in her style or her attitude. She suited the dignified fashions of the Edwardian era, with her hair piled high under the wide brim of her hat. Howev
