Chapter 16Sylvia consumed a respectable amount of bread, cheese, and fruitcake and then left. She needed fresh clothes and some time to think.
“I’m going to leave him to your tender mercies, Mr Curland,” she had said, rinsing out her blood transfusion equipment in the sink as she prepared to leave. Webber had gone to bring her car round to the front of the house from the yard. “You broke him. You can fix him.” She shot him a sidelong glance as he flinched. “Joking, Robert. I was joking.” She put the glass vessel on the wet draining board and turned toward him, reaching across him to get the tea-towel from where it hung on the rail in front of the range. There was a short silence as she dried off her paraphernalia and tucked it neatly in the wooden box next to him on the table.
She shut t
