16
LUNCH WITH CLAIRE
‘You’re looking remarkably well, considering.’
Claire eyed her aunt appraisingly beneath her shock of copper hair, taking in the worn expression, the absence of her aunt’s usual joie de vivre. Claire was decked in loose trousers and a contrasting blouse. She was, as ever, striking to behold. In her company, Clarissa always felt maternal and proud. But she knew straight away this lunch would not entail their usual convivial exchanges. Already she felt under observation, and she prepared herself to field the inevitable interrogation.
Almost two days had passed since Clarissa had made it back to Morro Jable, two days in which to process the events and deal with her guilt, especially over the painkillers. Would they have helped? Two days and a gamut of emotions that re
