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After breakfast on Saturday morning, still nursing a sense of grievance about Howard Baxter, Jasmine decided to head off alone. Carrying her satchel of art materials, she went to explore the Bella Vista estate. Jasmine didn’t know the plantation, even though it had been her father’s and she had lived here for a while as a baby. Later, her family had gone to live on the peninsula at Batu Lembah, but Jasmine had been sent off to board with the nuns at a convent school near there when only five, so she had little memory of Batu Lembah either. Most of her childhood had been spent in the family home in the centre of George Town. Mummy still owned it, but it was now let out to tenants.
Jasmine started off down one of the mown grass alleys between the serried ranks of rubber trees. The tall
