“Shall I write to Minna?”
“If you want to. Don’t give her your opinion. She won’t want it.”
“Who is to tell them at home?”
“I will, if you like.”
“That’s what I wanted you to do. . . . I felt that something was happening all the time Minna was here.”
“I’ll go home with you now.”
“I think the sooner the better. . . . Something awful might happen.”
Serge found his father in the greenhouse and went straight to the point. Francis was in his shirt-sleeves. He laid down his trowel and very slowly put on his coat.
“I knew something was happening, but I never thought it could be as bad as that.”