The Suitcase: Part Three
Frances Stonor Saunders, 10 September 2020
“... waiting to see my box emerge and it wasn’t there. Like Daddy, it was gone.Shortly afterwards, my mother agreed to house-sit somewhere near Hampton Court. I think she was fleeing the damp in the coach house, which came from all directions: down through the roof, causing the insulation tiles on the ceiling to detach themselves (one landed on the holy grail, my ... ”