“I wish I could think that too,” Dart said quietly. “But I can’t. You see, Lulu, there are lots of things about you that I don’t really like and I don’t understand. Your attitude, for instance, towards your grandmother.”
Lulu snatched her hand away from his.
“What do you mean, my attitude towards my grandmother?” she enquired sharply.
“What I say,” he replied. “I was thinking about that poor old woman. Do you know what the doctor said when he signed the death certificate?”
“What did he say?” Lulu asked almost defiantly.
Dart rose to his feet and moved away from the sofa.
“He said,” he replied, “that while it was undoubtedly a case of heart failure, which is the reason for most deaths, what she had really died of was malnutrition.”
There was a sudden silence in the room.
“Yes, malnu
