Monday 3rd July 1978
[Grandmama Kate] flicked a spider off the banister. "Now, do you want me to show you around, or do you want to explore by yourself? Where would you like to start?"
"Where are the most paintings? Of people, I mean. I'd like to see my ancestors." He needed to figure out where he fitted in: whether he was as obviously a Peveril as Grandmama had exclaimed the first time they'd met, and, just as importantly, which of his ancestors – if any – had been depicted in ways that indicated their interests matched his. He got the distinct impression that Papa was as bemused by his interest in sports and horses as he was by Papa's interest in motorbikes.
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