When the Devil Drives
When the Devil Drives
When the Devil Drives
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on his knees, slowly turning <strong>the</strong> pages as if <strong>the</strong>y held <strong>the</strong> answer tosome mystery he was desperate to solve. Joanna had sat beside him,trying to take an interest in <strong>the</strong> faded prints. After all, <strong>the</strong>se picnics,carriage outings and stiltedly posed groups constituted a large part of<strong>the</strong> Chalfont family history, she'd thought, so it was a pity <strong>the</strong>re wereso many missing, and that so few of <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs had been captionedwith names. Her grandfa<strong>the</strong>r was instantly recognisable, of course,and she'd supposed <strong>the</strong> ra<strong>the</strong>r downtrodden woman beside him insome of <strong>the</strong> photos was her grandmo<strong>the</strong>r, but when she'd mentionedthis to her fa<strong>the</strong>r he'd stared at her vaguely, and said, 'Joanna. Thatwas her name—Joanna.'And as she'd been named after her, that was something his daughterknew already.She'd looked wistfully around <strong>the</strong> room, filled with her fa<strong>the</strong>r'sfavourite pieces of furniture. His desk from <strong>the</strong> study, a high-backedarmchair beside <strong>the</strong> fireplace, <strong>the</strong> pipe rack Simon had made for himat school^ <strong>the</strong>y were all <strong>the</strong>re. Anything that might help him retain hisprecarious hold on reality. The walls were hung with his best-lovedpaintings too, and his collection of books was stored in a revolvingbookcase close to his chair.Not that he read much <strong>the</strong>se days, she thought, stifling a sigh. Hisconcentration span was too erratic for that. Gresham read to him,mostly from <strong>the</strong> newspapers, and Joanna had also taken part since herreturn, using mainly short pieces from anthologies, and poems thatshe knew he liked. Sometimes he seemed to remember, but most of<strong>the</strong> time he didn't. She wondered sadly if he would forget her too onceshe no longer lived at Chalfont House.'Planning to throw yourself in, Joanna?'