Chapter Ten: The LodgeHannah's car pulled up outside the gated entrance to The Lodge, the name of our mysterious wedding present just outside Hassocks in West Sussex, at precisely 11.03 Thursday morning. We were due to entertain Hannah's only brother, his wife and two children for the weekend, with my two favourite sports of shooting and riding included on the agenda. She varied her routine as much as she was able, making it not every weekend that we stayed in the house, nor were our plans written on any schedule that could be seen by anyone. It was always a spontaneous arrangement whenever the pieces of our two lives fell into the right place.
Although forewarned of her arrival some ten minutes prior, and in receipt of the registration of her ministerial car, as her driver turned into th
