Aunt Augusta was concluding a game of cards and was on a winning
Once her opponents had been wheeled away, Dru and Gus sat
opposite her table, sitting on velours winged armchairs.
What’s kept you? the curmudgeonly one rasped.
Just the insignificant matter of having to earn our living, Dru
said sotto voce, then volunteered with added volume, We had to
wait till half term, Aunt Augusta.
Well, now you are here, you can take me out, ordered their feisty
relative. Monday I’m having my corns done and my hair set, but..
We thought Tuesday, Gus interjected. If the weather is clement.
Did you bring my mink coat? She sounded petulant and peevish.
No, aunt. It’s a bit heavy. We’ll fetch a travelling rug for your
I want to go home, stated Augusta. Last night that young whipper-snapper
came into my bed, if you please, and tried to give me a squeeze. I ordered
him back to his billet in no uncertain terms.
You mean one of the residents was wandering about at night? Dru was
That’s what I said. It was him over there. She indicated a red-faced man
in his late eighties. Cheek of him! His feet were freezing and he called
The unlikely Romeo was being assisted into a wheelchair.
How did he know your sister’s name? Gus was astonished.
Dru wandered off to find someone in authority, so she could register a
complaint. When she did report the bed-hopping incident, the
receptionist merely put it down to wild fantasy, either on Dru or her
aunt’s part, or owing to change of medication, and remarked
unprofessionally: Chance would be a fine thing!
Dru was shocked at this and decided to snoop around to see to which
room the aged Lothario had been wheeled. She trod on the slightly stained
carpet lightly, in case the whole of the male corridor was a warren of
One door was ajar and she could see the same elderly man that Augusta
had indicated being eased into his chair. The name on his door was
Well, Dru mused, Your revels now are ended, my old son.