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Barbara Petrie 15 Again and again Satina fetched and offered the goat, grass; was there no end to her willingness to please? As he watched he remembered the day in London he’d taken off work. There were three months yet before sailing date—that morning he’d woken with stomach cramps and phoned the College to say he wouldn’t be in to tutor the cutting class. Irena as usual had taken the girls to school; in the afternoon she’d planned to go shopping at Selfridges. Arkie was home too, laid up in her bedroom with a swollen foot. New shoes had cut her skin, the dye from the leather leaking a poison. Two invalids, they were, but by late morning the pain in his belly had subsided. He’d brought Arkie her mail before taking her a bowl of soup. But the soup was too hot; the tray was set aside. Then she’d asked him to tell her some stories about his boyhood adventures. ‘Tell me about the games you played on the moors,’Arkie said. ‘You know how when I was very little you used to tell me about Brer Fox and Brer Wolf—tell me some stories and it will be just like old times at Ripon.’ ‘I had a lot of fun wandering about the moors. I saw more hares than anything else. But there were badgers and voles and stoats and adders and red grouse. In spring, I’d look for the nests of grouse. Remember Grandad Frank? He was your great grandfather; he brought me up. As you know my father died in the war and my mother had already died from a mysterious disease. So I don’t remember her either.’ ‘You were an orphan really,’ Satina said. ‘I didn’t think of it like that. You know how kind Grandad was. But he was firm, too. One day I came home and told him I’d taken a grouse’s egg. He said I must respect wildlife. But you know I couldn’t resist taking that egg. And I had a dog. Actually it was Uncle Tom’s idea to get me a dog.’ ‘What was it called?’ ‘Goldie. It was a Golden Labrador.’ ‘Glad you had a dog. Was it a good one?’ ‘Oh yes. Goldie was a good dog and we roamed everywhere together. In summer the heather was like a purple sea. I’d amuse myself for hours

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