Didi this morning, and heâs mad keen for us to get there.â
2
The Abandoned House
It was a short drive from Dadâs apartment, across the Yarra River to Didiâs retirement unit in Hawthorn. After the bustling chaos of Richmond, it seemed serene and quiet in the back streets.
Dad knocked on the door and then used his key to enter the apartment. Marli followed him into the room. Her grandfather was sitting in a wing-backed chair by the window, reading a letter.
âHello, Dad,â said her father. âLook who Iâve brought to see you. Itâs our gorgeous Marli-myshka.â
As Didi struggled to his feet, Marli was surprised at how much frailer he looked from when she last saw him.
Didiâs eyes misted up as he hugged her. âLet me look at you, Marli.â
âHello, Didi,â Marli replied. âItâs great to see you.â
âWhat a beautiful young lady youâve become.â
âHasnât she just?â Dad said proudly. âAnd very clever, too. Your mother sent me a copy of your latest report, myshka. Itâs great to see youâre doing so well.â
Marli laughed despite herself. âActually, Dad, I think most of my teachers said, âMarli is dreamy in class and could do better if she focused.ââ
Dad grinned. âJust what my reports always said. The sign of a highly creative mind.â
Didi gazed at Marli as though memorising her features. âWell, she would be creative. Itâs in her genes. You know, Marli, you have a very strong resemblance to my mother, Violet Hamilton Peterson. The same red-gold hair â although her eyes were green, not brown. I have a photo of her around here somewhere. She was exceptionally creative, like you and your father.â
Marli vaguely remembered her grandfather mentioning this when she was younger.
âI thought weâd go out to a café, Didi,â suggested Dad.
Didi assumed an air of great mystery. âFirst, I have a surprise to tell you about.â
âWhat is it?â asked Marli.
âIâve received a rather interesting letter,â he confided. âPerhaps you could fetch it for me, please, Marli. Itâs there on my desk in the buff envelope.â
Marli found the envelope and brought it over. Didi extracted the letter with a flourish, and the three of them sat at the round dining table.
âItâs from Macdonald, Mackenzie and Blakeney â a firm of lawyers,â Didi began.
âWhat do they want?â asked Dad.
Didi paused, reading the letter, then grinned broadly. âIt seems we have just inherited an abandoned house,â he announced theatrically. âA grand old mansion, in fact.â
Marli leaned forward â an abandoned mansion sounded very intriguing.
Dad raised his eyebrows in surprise. âWhoever would have left you a house ?â
âMs Blakeney has been a little sketchy, but itâs the house where my mother, Violet, grew up, right here in Hawthorn on the banks of the Yarra,â explained Didi. âIt was called Riversleigh.â
The name sent a little shiver up Marliâs spine. Riversleigh . Didi handed the letter to Dad, who quickly scanned it.
âMmm. Nanna came from quite a wealthy family, if I remember correctly,â Dad said. âDidnât she have some kind of tragic childhood?â
âShe did, but Mum wouldnât talk about it very much,â replied Didi. âThere was some kind of falling out with her father. Albert didnât approve of her marriage to my father, and she was effectively disinherited.â
Dad stroked Marliâs cheek. âItâs hard to believe that a parent would disown his daughter.â
âMy grandfather was very traditional, like many of his generation.â Didi shook his head. âHe truly believed that duty to king, country and family came before personal happiness. My mother was expected to make a brilliant society
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