“Some – clothes,” Hadrian guessed, improvising. “An oriental rug. A camera, I think. Some valuable specimens.” Splitting the collection had been the hardest part of all – it was their life’s work, almost their baby, and of course Delia had taken the credit for most of the botanical work, whatever Hadrian had written in his memoirs.
But she seemed to be aware of some of his things here, things that she had organised, and he raised an eyebrow. “And you didn’t think of sending them on to me directly?” he accused, as if she had been hoarding his shirts and socks on purpose. “Don’t pretend you didn’t know I was in the country.” He was hardly in Timbuktu! She must have wanted to see him, or else have keepsakes of his.
But she seemed to be aware of some of his things here, things that she had organised, and he raised an eyebrow. “And you didn’t think of sending them on to me directly?” he accused, as if she had been hoarding his shirts and socks on purpose. “Don’t pretend you didn’t know I was in the country.” He was hardly in Timbuktu! She must have wanted to see him, or else have keepsakes of his.
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