Chapter Thirty
Tamsin’s father wasn’t a man of many words at the best of times, but he was being especially quiet today. He usually loved being surrounded by his daughters and son-in-law, Tamsin knew, but today he seemed a little ill at ease. No wonder, Tamsin thought, as she looked over at Diane, who sat across from her.
“William Foxley, birdwatcher first, wood worker second, father third,” Eve said. “That’s what I’m going to put on your gravestone.”
Tamsin witnessed how Diane’s eyes widened. She clearly wasn’t used to Eve’s indelicate ways yet. For most, it was an acquired taste—one James had acquired a long time ago, because he burst out into laughter.
“You know Dad will outlive us all,” Tamsin said. “There’s no point waiting for our inheritance because we’ll never actually get our
