Chapter 74
“And I think we have a radiator, as well, that doesn’t work,” she adds—a passing thought. “Would be nice of you if you could have a look at it. Patrick doesn’t know how to do things like that, you know,” she says and takes the three-year-old by the hand. Harod nods slowly. “No. Might have known.” Alastair nods. Then she suddenly gives off a satisfied smile. “And you can’t let the girls freeze to death tonight, Harod, right? It’s quite enough that they had to watch you assault a clown, no?” Harod gives her a dour glance. Silently, to himself, as if negotiating, he concedes that he can hardly let the children perish just because their no-good father can’t open a window without falling off a ladder. There’d be a hellish amount of nagging from Harod’s wife if he went and arrived in the ne
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