Thursday 26th OctoberThursday soon comes around, and I’ve hired help to get the house ready. By midday, it’s sparkling. I’ve ordered food from the best Italian restaurant in the neighbourhood, and have asked them to bring the right wines along, too. They are bringing the food and sending a waiter and a cook. We’ve agreed that they will leave after the first course has been served. So it will be all small talk up till then.
Clara arrives with a cardboard tube under her arm. “I’ve got the gallery plans in here,” she says, waving the tube about. “Where’s daddy?”
“He’s in the shower. Our guests will be here soon.”
“I’ve chucked my job in,” she says. “The b****y pittance they were paying me wasn’t worth my while working out my notice. I phoned them point blank, and told them I wasn’t going b
