Back Secrets and Shadows
Chapters (42)
  1. Cover
  2. Title
  3. Dedication
  4. About the Author
  5. Also by
  6. Acknowledgements
  7. Part One
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Part Two
  11. Chapter Three
  12. Chapter Four
  13. Chapter Five
  14. Chapter Six
  15. Chapter Seven
  16. Chapter Eight
  17. Chapter Nine
  18. Chapter Ten
  19. Chapter Eleven
  20. Chapter Twelve
  21. Chapter Thirteen
  22. Chapter Fourteen
  23. Chapter Fifteen
  24. Chapter Sixteen
  25. Chapter Seventeen
  26. Chapter Eighteen
  27. Chapter Nineteen
  28. Chapter Twenty
  29. Chapter Twenty-one
  30. Chapter Twenty-two
  31. Chapter Twenty-three
  32. Chapter Twenty-four
  33. Chapter Twenty-five
  34. Part Three
  35. Chapter Twenty-six
  36. Chapter Twenty-seven
  37. Chapter Twenty-eight
  38. Chapter Twenty-nine
  39. Chapter Thirty
  40. Chapter Thirty-one
  41. Chapter Thirty-two
  42. Chapter Thirty-three

‘Oh, so do I! Whenever something funny happens I still want to ring him up and tell him. I miss Mum too, of course, but Pa was my guiding star . . . my yardstick.’ She looked at the old lady. ‘I badly want his advice right now,’ she said, ‘and for the first time in my life he isn’t there when I need him.’

‘Ah.’ Evelyn Fergusson shot her a piercing look. ‘It’s partly about your father that I want to talk to you.’

‘What’s the other part?’

‘The other part is about Lorna.’

‘I rather thought it might be.’ Isobel picked up the heavy brass poker and jammed its point into one of the big logs in the grate, sending an army of sparks marching up the chimney. ‘Did you know that Giles and I’ve had Lorna’s son, Rory, staying with us?’ she asked.

‘Yes.’ Evelyn gave a snort of laughter. ‘Hamish’s wife had it from their daughter-in-law, who had it from Janet MacDonald’s daughter whom they’d met at the tup sales – I think the little boys played together when Janet had her grandson staying. So the bush telegraph is in good working order, you see.’

‘And? I think you know something about Rory, Evie.’

‘How much do you know yourself?’ countered Evelyn.

‘I know he’s Giles’s son and that’s enough of a problem to be going on with.’ Isobel looked at the old lady to see if this came as a shock to her, but she remained inscrutable.

‘Did Lorna tell you that herself?’ she asked.

‘Not in so many words. She very definitely hinted at it but I think she’s enjoying a game of cat and mouse with me. But I know.’ Isobel stabbed the fire again. ‘He’s the living spit of Giles, for one thing,’ she said. ‘But I still had to be sure.’ She looked up rather defiantly, Evelyn thought, as though expecting disapproval. ‘I’ve had a DNA test done,’ she said. ‘Two, actually, to be on the safe side. It’s very easy at the moment, but I discovered that the law’s going to change soon, and it’ll require the mother’s consent in the future, so I thought I’d get in quick while it’s still possible.’ She shrugged her shoulders. ‘The results have just come through. Of course they matched. I knew they would.’

‘And have you told Lorna that you’ve done this? Have you actually told Giles?’