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So
she
took
a
District
Line
train
to
Kew
Gardens
,
pleased
that
it
was
a
Tuesday
and
she
would
have
the
place
almost
to
herself
.
Nor
was
she
working
that
night
,
so
it
did
n't
matter
if
she
exhausted
herself
tramping
the
by-ways
.
She
knew
the
park
well
,
of
course
.
London
was
a
joy
to
any
Drogheda
person
,
with
its
masses
of
formal
flower
beds
,
but
Kew
was
in
a
class
all
its
own
.
In
the
old
days
she
used
to
haunt
it
from
April
to
the
end
of
October
,
for
every
month
had
a
different
floral
display
to
offer
.
Mid-April
was
her
favorite
time
,
the
period
of
daffodils
and
azaleas
and
flowering
trees
.
There
was
one
spot
she
thought
could
lay
some
claim
to
being
one
of
the
world
's
loveliest
sights
on
a
small
,
intimate
scale
,
so
she
sat
down
on
the
damp
ground
,
an
audience
of
one
,
to
drink
it
in
.
As
far
as
the
eye
could
see
stretched
a
sheet
of
daffodils
;
in
mid-distance
the
nodding
yellow
horde
of
bells
flowed
around
a
great
flowering
almond
,
its
branches
so
heavy
with
white
blooms
they
dipped
downward
in
arching
falls
as
perfect
and
still
as
a
Japanese
painting
.
Peace
.
It
was
so
hard
to
come
by
.
And
then
,
her
head
far
back
to
memorize
the
absolute
beauty
of
the
laden
almond
amid
its
rippling
golden
sea
,
something
far
less
beautiful
intruded
.
Rainer
Moerling
Hartheim
,
of
all
people
,
threading
his
careful
way
through
clumps
of
daffodils
,
his
bulk
shielded
from
the
chilly
breeze
by
the
inevitable
German
leather
coat
,
the
sun
glittering
in
his
silvery
hair
.
"
You
'll
get
a
cold
in
your
kidneys
,
"
he
said
,
taking
off
his
coat
and
spreading
it
lining
side
up
on
the
ground
so
they
could
sit
on
it
.
"
How
did
you
find
me
here
?
"
she
asked
,
wriggling
onto
a
brown
satin
corner
.
"
Mrs.
Kelly
told
me
you
had
gone
to
Kew
.
The
rest
was
easy
.
I
just
walked
until
I
found
you
.
"
"
I
suppose
you
think
I
ought
to
be
falling
all
over
you
in
gladness
,
tra-la
?
"
"
Are
you
?
"
"
Same
old
Rain
,
answering
a
question
with
a
question
.
No
,
I
'm
not
glad
to
see
you
.
I
thought
I
'd
managed
to
make
you
crawl
up
a
hollow
log
permanently
.
"
