CHAPTER 18
Peter’s house also served as a library. Whether or not he was there I took my books, my research and went to study at his place. Gordon, the impeccable butler, knew it and let me pass. He also made me tea with delicious muffins or slices of cake as a snack. I wondered how many women he had seen going through that house. And how he called me in his own mind, what name he had for me? Probably “Peter Wiles’s greedy lover.”
At university, I didn’t want to stay longer than necessary, I would risk kicking Gregor in the balls and other lickers of his calibre. At the Parkers I would have no peace with little Jinny, who most of the time preferred me to her mother and clung to me like a jellyfish; I didn’t know how or why, I had always been grumpy, distant and grim with children, even w
