Twelve
Over a hazy breakfast the following wet morning, Derek outlined a plan that catered to Vivian’s natural curiosity. Opinions were added from those present and by the end of breakfast, it was agreed that while Vivian might be privileged enough to see The Meifod Claw, and moreover their house, it would be her privilege alone, perhaps for all time. Where, how, and even if they went public was the boys’ privilege above all else.
‘Beyond that, you really are most welcome,’ Herbert told Vivian with a warm gesture of his hands.
Vivian remarked that she would have to pack some clothes and as she left to do this, Herbert felt compelled to issue a measure of honest warning. As she went to climb the stairs he followed her as far as the bottom step.
‘Vivian,’ he called and she turned about.
