room.
âPlease, not near Edyth,â Harry begged.
Edyth was flinging around her one good arm and both legs under the pretext of teaching her younger sisters the Charleston. Harry felt sorry for Maggie, Beth and Susie, who all received a couple of inadvertent kicks from her. He also noticed Bella dancing a practised and more expert version with the boy whoâd helped her from the car.
âBella has a boyfriend?â Harry asked his mother as soon as the dance was over and heâd managed to shake off Alice.
âGareth Michaels.â Sali glanced across the room at them. âHeâs seventeen and so smitten itâs painful to watch the way she treats him.â
âIsnât she a little young to be going out with boys?â
âThe protective older brother.â Sali looked amused. âSo far heâs only taken her to the church social. Perhaps I should remind you how old you were when you escorted your first girlfriend to the theatre.â
âPoint taken.â Harry followed Sali back outside. She retrieved Glyn, who was sitting on the grass watching Joeyâs youngest son and daughters play ball.
âToo much cake isnât good for one small boy, Glyn.â She took an iced bun from him and wiped the crumbs from his mouth. âI hope everyone is enjoying themselves.â
âJudging by the smiles on their faces, they seem to be. It was a brilliant idea to hold a last party here.â Harry looked up at the house. âItâs a pity it had to be sold but Dad and the trustees were right â a house this size needs an army of servants to run it. And in this day and age itâs simply not practical.â He smiled wryly. âDespite Dadâs Marxist ideals, we enjoyed the best of the vanishing world of the privileged.â
âWe did.â Sali pressed a plate of sandwiches on a group of colliers who were hanging back diffidently from the table.
âFrom that look on your face, I can see that Iâm not the only one whoâs sorry to leave,â Harry commented.
âWe all are. The girls didnât stop crying for days, and although your father would deny it, I caught him wiping away a tear or two.â
âWhile you, of course, were indifferent,â Harry teased.
âYou know me. Iâm sentimental at the best of times. Donât forget, I knew and loved this house long before we lived in it. Some of my happiest times were spent here with Great-aunt Edyth before you were born.â
âIs the new house easier to run?â
âMuch,â she said brightly. âMari and I manage it with the help of two dailies, although it has almost as many rooms. But they are a lot smaller. Your father sold two of the houses he owns in the Rhondda and paid the builder to extend the original plans so each of your sisters could have their own bedroom. As he said, itâs worth the extra expense to stop their squabbling. Now, when they start, we just say, âGo to your roomsâ and peace is instantly restored.â
âItâs good to be home.â
âYouâll be in Paris this time next week.â
âIâll write,â he promised.
âLike you did in Oxford? Letters that ignored the questions I asked in mine,â she reproached. âYou never did tell me how much you drank at the party after your graduation.â
He adopted what he hoped was an innocent expression. âNot that much.â
âYou expect me to believe that?â
âOf course.â
âAnd Anna?â
âAnna?â He looked blank.
âSheâs the reason I only allowed two of the girls to drive to the station with me. I thought you might bring her home. You introduced her to us before the ceremony,â she reminded him.
âOh, that Anna.â
âGiven the way and the number of times she kissed you, I assumed it was serious between you two.â
âSheâs a poet who believes in free