The Killer in the Choir
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His son, daughter-in-law and grandchildren lived in Sorrento on the Shorelands Estate and, when they were in their teens, the youngsters joined the Fethering Yacht Club.
That did not mean, however, that Roddy and Alice’s lives were all plain sailing. Though things got better, both remained damaged, one by the war in Afghanistan, the other by the attentions of Leonard Mallett. They still had setbacks and advances. Such people’s stories may get better, but they do not have fairy-tale endings.
And, true to her word, Jude never told anyone – least of all Carole – the true circumstances of Leonard Mallett’s death. To her mind, and according to her scale of values, justice had been done.
One weekend that autumn, Carole had her granddaughters, Lily and Chloe, to stay. Among the excitements lined up for them was Sunday lunch with Granny’s next-door neighbour Jude. After the little girls had stuffed themselves with sausages, baked beans and oven chips, and the adults enjoyed local Sole Mornay (with lavish amounts of New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc), Jude said she’d tidy the kitchen while Carole read a story to her charges.
The book chosen was The Wheels on the Bus. Lily knew she was really too grown-up for it, but she did love hearing her baby sister trying to join in with the words. It made her feel very proud of her superior language skills.
Carole was so involved that, unwittingly, she found herself leading the singing.
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
Round and round, round and round.
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
All day long.
When she and the girls came to a more-or-less unison close, Carole looked up to see her neighbour in the kitchen doorway, with an amused smile on her face.
‘What’s the matter?’ she asked.
‘You know, Carole,’ said Jude, ‘that was in tune.’