CHAPTER 31
“Someone open the curtains,” Rhondda says.
I feel my way around the furniture and back over to the bay windows. Dim light streams into the room as I pull open the drapes.
“It’s freezing in here,” Michelle is hugging herself.
How odd, the fire is still blazing but the room has grown so cold, my teeth are chattering.
Bartholomew the handyman appears to inform us that there’s been a power cut.
He thrusts a pack of candles at me and a box of matches and tells us it’s a regular occurrence up here on the hillside.
“How long until the power’s back on?” I ask, my lips quivering tremulously. I’m thinking that it will be growing dark soon, this place is spooky enough without it being plunged into complete darkness.
“Not too long usually,” he replies gruffly. “Luckily Mrs Potte
