Chapters (82)
- Cover
- Praise for The House of Whispers
- Title Page
- Note to Readers
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
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- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
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- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
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- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
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- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
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- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
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- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
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- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
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- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
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- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
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- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
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- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
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- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
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- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
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- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
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- Priory Hospital North London: 20 December 2019
- Acknowledgements
- About the Publisher
‘He knew. He absolutely knew. He waited for you to come. He knew you were there, and he was at peace.’
‘Thank you. That means a lot.’
I bowed my head. It was my job. Helping dying patients to pass without fear, and giving comfort to the bereaved after their loved ones were gone was exactly why I was there.
‘And thank you for everything,’ she said. ‘You volunteers, you’re angels who walk the Earth.’
Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
‘Tell me a little about Abigail’s volunteer work at the hospice. What motivates her to do it? Does she enjoy it?’
‘Yes, she enjoys it. This might sound odd, but it means a lot to her to make sure people are in a good place when they die. She takes it really seriously. I mean, to me, it sounds awful, but she always comes back in a good mood. I tease her about why she wants to spend her days with dying people but… [shrugs] It gets her out of the house. I already mentioned that she doesn’t much like going out so, if she didn’t do that, she’d stay at home her entire life. Sometimes I think I shouldn’t have suggested the website for the pet portraits. It makes it too easy for her to stay at home.’
[Rustles papers] ‘Has she ever been diagnosed as agoraphobic?’
‘Not that I know of, but if you gave her choice between going out and staying in, I know which she’d pick. Actually, is there, like, a scale for agoraphobia, you know, like there is for autism? Because, if there is, she’d definitely be somewhere on it. Anyway, she likes the hospice work. She was always really conscientious. Never used to miss her day. She had responsibilities and she took them seriously. I know it sounds a bit depressing, spending time with people who’re just waiting to die, but she’s good at it. It makes her happy. If that doesn’t sound weird.’
Twenty-One
Given her flight arrival time, I’d calculated that Grace would make it to the house around six. I got home from the hospice around four thirty, showered, changed and sat in the kitchen with a glass of wine as I let the reality of Mr Keyson’s passing sink in. Around me the house settled into itself, too, as if it was also thinking about mortality. The clock beat out its interminable rhythm, each reverberating tick marking a countdown that took me ever closer to my own death.