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Peter Morgan.
All that’s keeping him inside the bathroom is a red and blue scarf, with one end tied around the bathroom door handle, and the other fixed to the banister opposite. I can barely believe my eyes. How she managed to get him in without harming herself is beyond me.
Maybe she’s not as frail and helpless as I first thought.
“How long’s he been in there?” I whisper, shaking my head in bewilderment, staring at the door handle.
“All day,” Edith replies, switching on a second lamp. “He came home with the shopping this morning. Put most of it away for me, even though he said he felt unwell. I offered to put it away myself, but he insisted. So I let him. He’s a stubborn one. Always has been. I put the kettle on and then he said he felt sick. So I told him to sit down and leave t
