Chapter Twenty-Two
Mai and Clair, with Paul’s help, began the tiresome process of packing down as much of the house as was feasible, whilst still keeping it functioning. The clients came, suffered and left, unaware that with each visit that they endured, the facilities of the property faded into little cardboard boxes. The upper house ceased to function, from that point on, I used only the cellars and the garden, generally things went well.
There was one part of the house that I was dreading dealing with and that was the closed and currently locked back bedroom, which had been Lesley’s! Obviously that would have to be addressed and shortly. I had spent some time trying to pluck up the courage to enter, but each time I felt that I would somehow be invading her privacy. I understand how pe
