Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2006 03:00:35 +0500
He looked up at her, tears flowing down his cheeks, and played the absolute last card in his hand.
Paul watched her hasten down the walk to the driveway, intent not on meeting but intercepting him.
He opened it and saw a set of steep, rickety stairs pitching and yawing their way into the cellar.
Paul did not need a notarised statement telegram to tell him that this was Annies sainted mother.
