About this story
A wedding is appointed for a Tuesday; a wife with a Liverpool certificate reaches the lodge first, and his forty-page statement follows. Your dying mistress names Manston her own son, the marriage lines locked in her strong box. Thirty-six chapters carry your father's fall from the Hocbridge spire to a quiet wedding in the street below it.
How it opens
October sunlight lay hard and pale across the brown stone of the Town Hall.
From your seat, the church spire rose inside one tall window like a second stage.
Hall AttendantMiss Graye, the reading has begun. You may move nearer if you wish.
Ambrose GrayeBring that new stone level before you set the next course.
Choose
Please leave the curtain clear. I can see my father from here.
Could someone tell him I am waiting when the work is finished?