They were there. Majorca
Flats was written in embossed plaster moulding above the central
door in a line of five terraced houses. Above the moulding was a
small gable, much less ornate that was common for that period, the
late 1880s, she guessed, though of course that was the time of art
nouveau wasn't it all elegant smooth curves and art à
la Japonaise and she expected that the speculator who built the
terrace had been to Europe and seen the world and probably shocked
his neighbours with the new simple lines but really it was rather
lovely especially on a warm golden early-autumn day.
The door was open and
standing there leaning on a stick was an elderly lady with iron-grey
hair up in a bun and an adorable little fox terrier rushing backwards
and forwards from her feet to the gate yipping with excitement.
Jason opened the gate and
grabbed the dog. “He's called Bolt, gran, because that's what he
does if the gate's open! You go through, and Keith and I'll bring
the cases. Eleanor, this is my gran Lucasta Ellesmere, gran this is
Eleanor Cumberledge.”
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