CHAPTER : 11A shaft of sunlight shooting amethyst and gold across the dark wall of the purple beeches caught Jenny’s new car in a dazzle of chromium and shining blue. She stopped outside the porte-cochere an instant, pride and pleasure chasing away the shadows she’d brought with her from the stable across the courtyard.
“Isn’t it beautiful?”
She took a step to see the gleaming side of it, and stopped short, the shine in her eyes fading. The white-walled tire of the right front wheel had bitten a hole in the perfect turf that edged the scallop-shell drive. She caught her breath sharply.
A childhood fear from her mother’s long-standing quarrel with Mr. Vranek flashed vividly back to her. The chewed-up turf was one of the things they’d battled most bitterly about. She went over and looked
