Look, sit down on the grass,” he added as Jake started to sway. Perhaps years of Campbell-Black austerity and indifference to the cold had unhinged her, thought Helen. The teams lined up in front of the grandstand and all, except Lavinia, removed their hats as each country’s National Anthem was played. The clamour went on, deafening, shrill and demanding.
Her bed was full of biscuit crumbs and she was reading The Maltese Cat for the hundredth time with a torch. She felt an agonizing stab of jealousy. As she slumped on the bed, Fen felt the Games had lost any importance. “Oh, poor Jake; are you all right? Are you concussed? Can you remember what day of the week it is and what you had for lunch?” Next minute Mrs.
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