“How are you going to tackle Lillian McFry, Harry?” Danny asked, as he pulled the car off the motorway and they began the tour of roundabouts that would take them through
Harry had spent much of the journey thinking about their planned trip to
In his time, Harry had come across plenty of cases of brothers marrying sisters in other people’s trees. It was always the sign of a good genealogical programme if it could record relationships like these and draw out a tree that didn’t look something like the London Underground map, Harry had always thought. But the idea of his own brother and he marrying two Spanish sisters was an easy one to dismiss. ‘That not going to happen, Harry,’ he was thinking, when he noticed, for the first time, that they had left the motorway, and that Danny was expertly navigating the car towards Lillian McFry’s house. What was that he’d just asked him? Oh, yes … how did he plan to deal with Lillian…
“Seems to me like you’d better take the lead with this one, Danny. She’s your client, after all. I’ll just play the interested father, see where it takes us.” ‘This’ll be a novelty,’ Harry thought. He’d never had to play ‘Dad’ before. Son, brother, brother-in-law, husband, son-in-law and uncle were the only roles he really knew. At least his ‘son’ was someone he might be proud of, if he really were his father. A bright kid. Someone who knew where he was going in life. Just a shame his ‘father’ didn’t have the same map.
They pulled into the cul-de-sac at Vale View just before 11am. Harry noticed the twitching curtains as they got out of the car. It looked like the kind of place where nothing ever happened, where the pulling-up of a strange car was something to remark on. He wondered how much her neighbours knew about ‘little old Lillian McFry’.
Whatever it was, it probably didn’t extend to knowing that she’d killed fifty fascists in