Despite Eduardo’s apparent disinterest in me, I remain absorbed by his every movement. I find myself following him to see where he goes and what he does, and I’m never shocked or surprised. He does appear to obtain great satisfaction from hard work. Never happier than when he has a machine or piece of farm equipment to work on. He seems equally as happy in the garden, often taking over from Charles, the person actually hired to do the job.
One day while I’m alphabetising the small library in my study, I catch a glimpse of Taylor through the window. He’s carrying a tray of refreshments and walking across the lawn towards the barn. Gripped by a sudden sense of suspicion, I drop the volume of paintings by the ornithologist John Gould I’m holding onto a nearby armchair and dash to the front d
