Chapter Thirty Nine
Power of Attorney
“I am obliged to point out to you, Mr. Lambert, that signing these documents and having them witnessed is a serious matter.”
In her fifteen years as one of the area’s few –if only- Asian solicitors, Sreelatha Chakravarthi had seen, and arranged, many strange things. But then, the English were a strange people as her late husband never tired of pointing out. Just the same, that a handsome writer in his late forties would virtually hand total responsibility for the running of his life over to a young girl from her homeland had to be right at the top of her list.
A “Girl”, moreover, she could tell instantly was not of good caste.
“I… I’ve not been myself lately,” he told her; nervous eyes flickering to the girl sitting at his side as if to make sure
