“Early the next morning, when the mist was still curled like sleeping cats around the tall trees lining Thorngate’s long sweeping driveway, she sat at her own new writing desk and composed a letter to Mr. Branaugh.”
“Afterwards, Gillian walked through the passage towards her bedroom. She stopped to look at the photographs on the wall, she stared long and hard at a black and white photo of a beautiful young woman on stage holding her violin to her chest, the girl was laughing and holding up a bouquet of roses that she had just caught. For an instant she heard the roar of the crowd and her heart skipped a beat.
"I can’t believe that that was Me.
"You are still you Mom. You’re the greatest. Don't forget it " “He climbed up onto the stool and looked at himself, he hardly recognised the old man staring back at him. He tried to smile but he just sighed, hunched over at deaths door.”
“Steam rose lazily from the front lawn, and birds sunned themselves on the cobbled driveway, opening out their delicate wings exposing the soft fluff of their underbellies. Light filtered into the Lounge through the windows and warmed the carpets in squares of glowing heat.”
"Father,..." Rob spread a sleazy smile across his face and stepped back from where he was leaning over Esme. "I thought you were almost,..." he grabbed his throat and laughingly made a strangling motion, "...But I see you are doing fine, What has our little sweet Esme been doing to keep you so healthy?" Even innocent Esme understood the underlying hint and shook her head slowly.
Quotes from “Thorngate”
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