CHAPTER 11
Later afternoon that next day, a guard dispatched from the studio discovered Dr. White’s body in the garden. A.J. insisted on paying for Dr. White’s funeral arrangements, including a lavish luncheon afterward at Hilltop, though there was never any question about A.J. attending the funeral. He wouldn’t. In the next three days, arrangements were made for the following day’s funeral of Dr. White.
*Roseline Clintock, A.J.’s oldest servant, had the face of a wizened doll, now but a frayed vestige of its former Irish beauty beneath the tapestry of lines which angrily etched their grid across her proud and haughty face. Dull white wisps of thinning hair were cajoled into a flimsy upswept knot, cruelly threaded with the revelations of slashes of pink scalp. A gray ghost. (Catchi
