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
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Twelve
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Twenty-Five
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Forty-Two
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Forty-Eight
- Transcript of interview with Mr Rohan Allerton, husband of Abigail Allerton: 20 December 2019
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Priory Hospital North London: 20 December 2019
- Acknowledgements
- About the Publisher
‘I can’t wait to see what he looks like in the flesh,’ she said, fluffing up the sofa cushions. ‘If he’s as nice as you make out. No one can be that perfect,’ and then there was a knock at the door and suddenly he was standing there, incongruous, on our doorstep.
He held out a bottle of wine, and Grace appeared behind me, standing with the posture of a model, shoulders straight, chest out, hip popped.
‘Hello, there!’ she laughed, grabbing the bottle. ‘I’m Grace. Is that for us? You shouldn’t have!’
She sashayed into the kitchen to get a bottle opener while I invited Tom inside. Grace’s hair hung loosely down her back. She tossed it about as she opened the wine showily and poured it into our best glasses. She was wearing shorts. Micro-shorts that barely covered the curve of her buttocks, and she had bare feet, legs that went on forever and a tan from summer, but Tom didn’t seem to notice any of this. He sat with his hand on my knee and awkwardly drank his wine, then he stood and said, ‘Let’s go,’ so it seemed I’d got away with it.
But you know that feeling you get when you’re watching a movie and you know something bad’s going to happen and you’re just waiting for it to happen, kind of dreading it and expecting it at the same time? That sense of impending doom? That’s how I felt after that weird little get-together – and I wasn’t wrong. Looking back, I should have realized that Grace wouldn’t like me being in a relationship. That she would never let me have something that she wanted for herself.
That she’d never let me be happy.
As my relationship with Tom continued, Grace changed. By that time, she was on her fifth-year specialty rotations and our lives were going in different directions, yet it seemed that, even though she was allowed boyfriends, I was not.
At first it came out as little barbed comments.
‘You’re seeing him again?’ Heavy sighs. Eye-rolls when I mentioned his name. Smirks that weren’t altogether pleasant; jokes about child-snatchers, as if seven years was such a huge age gap.
She didn’t like it that I wasn’t always there for her. She didn’t like it when she found my room door locked on the rare occasions Tom came back for the night.
‘I want you to myself!’ she joked.