Continuation of story from chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN The plan for the next morning was for it to pretty much follow the previous day’s pattern. John and Vicky were going to take Moyra, this time with photos of her incredible murals from yesterday, to see one last gallery owner. This one was important, and John was confident, but the whole atmosphere had changed. He had become serious and distant. Vicky looked as if she hadn’t slept well, and Moyra was in the last stages of exhaustion. I took her to one side and asked if she was taking her epilepsy tablets. The question was stupid, because I was sure she would be, but I couldn’t think of any other way of getting her to talk about how she was feeling and what was going wrong. She assured me she was taking her tablets, and I said, ‘It’s just that you look so tired this morning. I wondered if you were all right. Are you? ‘No.’ ‘Is there anything I can do? Or Renée? Any of us?’ ‘No.’ She hesitated for a bit and t