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Chapters (43)
  1. An Unsuitable Woman
  2. Praise for An Unsuitable Woman:
  3. Dedication
  4. Part One
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Part Two
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Part Three
  31. Chapter Twenty-Five
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Historical Note
  40. Acknowledgements
  41. About the Author
  42. Also by Kat Gordon
  43. About the Publisher

She picked up Minnie and cradled her, not meeting my eye. I slammed the door shut on Rupert and he sprawled across the seat. ‘Answer me.’

She gave me her special smile. ‘Of course.’

‘Good.’

She laughed. ‘When did you become so forceful?’

I climbed into the car, pushing Rupert into an upright position, and started the engine. ‘I want to see you soon.’

‘Whenever you want,’ she called back.

I drove a few miles from the house before I stopped the car. I leaned across Rupert to open the passenger door, then kicked his body out onto the side of the road. He moaned once, but didn’t open his eyes.

‘Stay away from Sylvie,’ I said, pulling the door shut and driving off.

Halfway home I recognised Martha’s car sitting just off the road, and slowed down to take a better look. It was turned onto a small dirt path that led to a forest. From afar the reflection of the trees obscured its inside, but as I got closer I could make out a mass of red hair behind the steering wheel.

I tapped on the window twice. She didn’t seem to hear me and kept her eyes fixed ahead on the forest. I circled the front of the car and opened the passenger door. She stirred then, turning her head to look at me.

‘Are you alright?’

‘Theo.’ She smiled. ‘I was out for a drive and forgot where I wanted to go.’

I climbed in. Closer up, she smelled faintly of sour milk and my stomach churned against it. ‘Do you usually drive alone?’

‘Not really.’

‘Does Freddie know where you are?’

She slumped back against her seat, dropping her hands from the steering wheel. ‘No. I just had to get out of the house.’ She passed a hand over her forehead. ‘I’m not feeling too well at the moment.’

‘Do you need to see a doctor?’

‘No.’

‘Shall I take you home?’

‘Could you?’

We switched seats. Martha fell asleep as soon as I turned on the engine, head propped up on her fist. Now I had a chance to look at her closely, I could see how pale she was.

As I pulled into the drive she woke up and ran a hand through her hair. Freddie was standing in the open front door and waved to us.

‘I think I’ll go lie down,’ Martha said. ‘Thank you, darling.’

Freddie squeezed her arm as she passed him, then came over to the car and leaned in through the passenger window.

‘Where did you find her?’

‘Not too far from Naivasha. I left my car there to drive her back.’

‘I’ll get Albert to drive you back to pick it up.’

‘Thanks.’

‘Don’t mention it. How did Martha seem to you?’

‘Not very well.’

‘No.’ He looked at his hands. ‘She isn’t. I think she’s in quite a bit of pain, actually.’