Chapter 64
Ludo
A few days later, I sidled up to my father in the kitchen while he was doing the dishes. Always best to approach him with something like this while his hands were busy.
“Daddy, can I have a word?”
He gave a world-weary sigh.
“You’re about to say something unspeakably daft. I urge you to stop, rethink, and say nothing.”
“What makes you say that?”
Water sloshed around in the sink.
“Because last time you called me Daddy, you asked for a horse, and we all remember how that ended.”
I certainly did. I think we still had the plaster cast up in the attic, somewhere. It had been signed by Vanessa Redgrave at the stage door of Wyndham’s Theatre. A treasure not to be thrown away. I swallowed, not to be deterred.
“I’ve been talking to Wilhelmina Post. About my career. And I’ve come to a decision. I don’t want to be a political reporter anymore. I want to be a theatre critic.”
I heard the distinct sound of a plate snapping in two.