SHADOW OF A RECLUSE

By Tessa Harvey


    Tarrant was left alone. Ada had invited him to spend the night. Oliver, her husband was out at bowls, but would love another bloke to chat to and encourage. Politely, the young man had declined. Ada looked at him with tears in her tired eyes. "Sylvie don't have much respect for herself," she faltingly explained.
    "But, but is my brother the kids' real dad?" The question had been torn from him in anger and despair. "No," Ada was firm. "It were another Islander man from the same area. It were a bond, you see. But he got restless and wet nappies and crying babies, well, it wasn't his idea of fun. So he did a runner."
    Tarrant thought it was no-one's idea of fun, but said nothing, relieved. All his life, his brother had dominated, claiming Tarrant was the little golden boy with his fair hair and guileless face. Hunter was ambitious, angry. Sometimes Tarrant thought God must exist. If there was so much dark and evil and hate, then sureley there must be Light? But whose Light?
 

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