problem.
âCan I ask you about two things?â I began, âAnd tell me if you think Iâm prying into corners which you think should be left private.â
She stood the iron up on its back and turned to face me.
âThereâs been so much happening recently. Weâve taken so many knocks. Losing Helen was like the last straw.â
I waited for her to continue. She turned her attention to the sink, picking up a cloth and idly wiping the surround -working out how much to say, I suspected.
âWhen my mother-in-law died,â she said, âwe lost a true friend. Oliver had recently been made redundant, and the two things coming close together were difficult to cope with.â
âI didnât know your husband lost his job.â
âYes. His bank was taken over, and they were rationalised -that was the word they used. Meaning slimmed down. They had too many investment managersâ
âThat must have come as a shock.â
âIt did. It came totally out of the blue. One month we were comfortably off, and the next he was unemployed.â
âBut not for long, I should think. If he was an investment manager, he must have a lot of talent and experience. I should think he would be picked up quite quickly.â
âThatâs what we hoped would happen. Oliver used to talk about head-hunters in the City, but heâs stopped referring to that now. He says heâs too old. You worked in the City, didnât you? What do you think?â
There was hopefulness in her voice, and I knew I couldnât help, but didnât want to say anything either trite or disheartening.
âI donât know,â I said uselessly. âI hope he finds something soon.â
Then something else occurred to me.
âAnd, of course, Joyce lost her job not so long ago.â
I regretted saying it as soon it came out.
âYes. She came home, so there were now four mouths to feed, and only Helen working.â
None of this had any connection with Helen, and I could see I was only making Joyceâs mother feel worse. Keep to the subject, I told myself. Youâre trying to help her, not make her miserable. Say something positive, for Godâs sake.
âI found some of Helenâs bank details upstairs. It looks as if she was very careful with her money.â
âYes. She was. Oliver taught her to be like that. She was a very sensible girl. Weâll miss her a lot.â
Her head began to drop as she spoke, and I noticed her shoulders beginning to shake. I moved up behind her and held her upper arms and she turned, her head falling on my shoulder as her body wracked with sobs.
After a few moments she sniffed very hard and lifted her head again.
âIâm sorry,â she said.
âThereâs no need to be. Iâm sorry that my questions are making you feel worse.â
She pulled away from me and fished in her pocket for a handkerchief, then blew her nose.
âDo you want me to leave everything else for now?â I suggested.
âNo. Iâll be all right if I sit down for a bit. Letâs go back in the living room.â
âDonât forget the iron,â I said.
âOh, yes. Thanks. Iâll be forgetting my own head soon.â
She sat on a chair, her knees pulled tightly together, her handkerchief in her hand, trying very hard to hold herself together.
I took the long, leather sofa.
âWhat was it you wanted to ask me?â
âYouâve answered one of my questions already. I found a letter referring to the will of Helenâs grandmother, and you told me it was your mother-in-law.â
âEx mother-in-law.â
âOh. I see. You kept in touch, then?â
âYes. Oh, thatâs a whole other story,â she said, her head flopping back to the cushion. We became very close during my first marriage. She was always so supportive. She came down to live near here. After her sons and husband had died, she