Kenneth shook his head, the fire had died. Had he fallen asleep? He threw the cigar stub into the ashes, downed the remains of the brandy and retired to a fitful sleep.
Diary Entry (late February)
Was invited to join barbecue group to watch carnival procession. Decided not to go. Telephone call from Kyria asking where I was. Claimed slight indisposition. She didn't enquire further. Thought heard disappointment in voice. Imagined? Said she'd see me the next day if I felt up to it.
Kyria had asked him to go for a walk, telling him to wear warm clothes. She had waited for him to join her outside the gates of his house.
'You seem to be over your indisposition.'
'It was nothing serious. Where shall we walk?'
'We will soon be celebrating Lent so I thought I would show you the last piece of
