Iâd been hoping to start with education. Itâs not straightforward histories of the schools Iâm after, so much as interesting sidelights â an eccentric headmaster, famous former pupils, and so on. Itâll have to be condensed into one article, since thatâs all I can spare on any one subject, but I hope to give each school a mention.â She gave a little laugh. âI suppose there arenât any scandals you can regale me with?â
âNot without consulting my lawyer! Seriously, though, I can give you their addresses and suggest whom you should contact.â
âThat would be great. How many schools are there?â
âLetâs see; thereâs a private kindergarten, a Roman Catholic primary, St Stephenâs, of course, two secondary schools and a sixth-form college, though thatâs relatively recent. And, of course, the estimable Buckford College. Iâm pretty sure the names I have are up to date; I keep in touch with friends up there, and Iâd have heard if thereâd been any changes. If you think it would help, you could mention my name.â
Immediately after the call, Rona rang her father.
âIâve just been speaking to Mrs Bishop, and she was great,â she reported. âSheâs given me a string of names and addresses so I can arrange appointments at the schools.â
âIâm glad she could help,â Tom said. âSheâs a fan of yours, by the way; sheâs read several of your books. Iâll be interested to hear in due course what you think of her.â
âThanks so much for putting in a word for me, Pops. I do appreciate it.â
âIt was a pleasure,â Tom replied. Which, in every sense, was true.
Friday evening was warm and sunny, and Max had elected to have a barbecue.
âI donât think weâve been in summer before,â Dinah said, looking approvingly round the patio garden. âHow very attractive youâve made this, with all the pots and statues.â
âItâs not much more than a backyard really,â Rona answered deprecatingly. âNothing like your glorious garden.â
âBut a lot less trouble, Iâll bet!â Barnie put in feelingly.
âI particularly like the way youâve contrasted shapes and colours,â Dinah continued. âAnd scent! Just smell those stocks! Iâve always wanted a walled garden.â
âNow she tells me!â Barnie said humorously.
They all laughed, but Rona was acutely aware of the tension just below the surface. âHowâs Mel?â she asked quietly.
The Trents exchanged glances.
âNot good,â Barnie admitted. âDinahâs considering flying out there.â
âWe were going anyway when the babyâs born,â Dinah added, âbut Iâm wondering if Iâd be more use now. Sheâs having to take a lot of bed rest, and poor little Sam doesnât understand why she canât play with him.â She looked down at her hands. âItâs very difficult, being so far away.â
Rona murmured understanding. Sheâd never seen Dinah so subdued. A small, dynamic woman with wiry black hair and a surprisingly deep voice, she was usually a whirlwind of energy, sweeping everyone along with her enthusiasm. The Trents were a good ten years older than Max and herself, but Barnie, renowned at
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for his short fuse, had been kind to her when she first joined the magazine, and after she met Dinah at an office party, a deep friendship had developed which, before her marriage, had involved frequent invitations to supper at their home. She still went over occasionally when Max was working, and Gus had a longstanding truce with the coupleâs Siamese cats.
Max had lit the barbecue and Barnie was helping him carry trays of prepared meat, fish and vegetables out to the waiting table.
âBarnie tells me youâre about to visit my home town,â Dinah
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