'Richard, the man may not be your father but he played that role. How then shall you abandon him this way?' Lucy stood at the entrance of Richard's room with a lamp in her hand.
Richard was packing his things to return to Gerald. He was tired of sitting idly in Saur not knowing how his business was fairing.
He was also trying to run from the complications of Saur. He did not want to plan the funeral of a man who posed as his father, nor did he want to keep meeting with Esme in the shed.
'Mother, I agreed to travel here with you. Now, I must go to my ranch and make sure all is well there.' Richard continued to pack his bags.
'Richard, why do you like causing me heartache? The funeral is only a week away, how then shall you leave this way?' Lucy walked into the room.
Her body was too weak to keep standing so she sat on Richard's bed.
