Chapter 10: Warrick
The stress of the past two days had exhausted me, and once I climbed aboard the train to Calais and found a seat, I dozed off.
I had the nightmare for the first time.
Thomas refused to see me. I was his best friend, I had been his lover, but now he wouldn’t even speak to me.
Added to that was the ambivalence of being back at Thorny Walk for the first time in so long. I was bitter and hurt.
A spot of shooting might lift my spirits. Blowing the head off Peter Rabbit sounded like a notion I could live with just then.
I handed Monte’s reins to a new stable boy who Father had hired after Alfie had been called up then went to fetch a shotgun. Jack, Father’s favourite liver and white spaniel, danced excitedly at my feet, and I decided to let him come along.
We tramped o
