Reflection 18It sounded such a cold explanation spoken like that and it was impossible to explain, even to David, what a shock I had when I walked into the Vicarage and found Daddy looking so ill that it was almost difficult to recognise him.
“What have you been doing to yourself?” I asked.
“I have had some rather unpleasant pain lately,” he answered. “I thought it was indigestion and Dr. Mackintosh gave me some white mixture, but it hasn’t helped very much.”
I was horrified not only at his appearance but also at the condition of the Vicarage. I had never seen such a mess.
Mrs. Harris was never a good worker and, although the kitchen was fairly clean, the rest of the house was dusty, dirty and untidy.
Because I hadn’t been there, there had been no one to put away the Church magazines,
