EPILOGUE
THEY HAD GOT into a routine; Katrina would arrive at 8.30 on weekday mornings, and by then Neville would have fed and washed the baby and himself. Katrina would then clear away the breakfast things and take over Georgina’s care while Neville went off to visit customers or work in his study. He found he could trundle through the day on autopilot; filling the hours quoting for life insurance, setting up trust funds, or working out tax returns. When he worked at his desk a photo of Thelma holding Georgina was never far away, and sometimes it seemed unreal to him that his wife was no longer alive.
After six months had passed, Katrina started to prepare his evening meal before she left in the afternoons. She had informed him the baby always needed feeding before he’d finished wor
