Katherine Govier

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Chapter One Christopher "Tyke" Ditchburn tiptoed past the piano draped with a Spanish shawl and over the spare hand-woven rug, intending to switch on the lamp. Seated in the darkness in a Mission-style chair was his mother. Erect, she was just visible, staring fixedly into the winter garden....