I seemed to be struck by one loss after another. First Father deciding he’d need to find rooms in London in order to continue working for the government.
Then his decision to w***e out Thorny Walk House by turning it into a retreat for political bigwigs. As a result, Thorny Walk was no longer home, not for now.
Father was the head of the family, however, and I had no say in the matter, so I had best stop acting like a sulky boy. I determined to help where I could. I needed to speak to him at any rate about Alfie Butterick’s position at Thorny Walk.
Lady Eugenia was so kind as to permit me the use of Townsend, her chauffeur, and the Rolls Royce Silver Ghost, and he drove me to Town.
Father wasn’t in his rooms, so I had Townsend drive me to my half-brother’s digs.
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