SHADOWFALL 

By Tessa Harvey


    Bemused, Oliver shook hands with the lawyer and held back the flyscreen door for her, casting a puzzled glance back at Old Simon, his boss, who looked intrigued. A day of interest, something to ponder on. Yes!
    Felicity offered Oliver a lift in her green Citroen. Once at home, Oliver offered refreshments. Filling a clean glass with cool water, he called to Ada, working in the back garden....
    Apparently some long-forgotten great uncle had left Oliver seven thousand Australian dollars in his will.
    "Mr. Simeon Altbaum tried to find you once he knew he had cancer," Felicity explained, "but the disease progressed so rapidly he left that task to us. He deeply regretted not contacting you earlier. As he had lost a great many forebears at Auschwitz in the Second World War, he had been a recluse and seldom ventured out. He sold his shoe manufacturing business just before he died. You are one of only a few beneficiaries. Are you related to the family next door?" What a strange question, thought Ada.

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