Charles is... so much of his time.
His feelings of comfort on meeting the nanny made me sorry for him and all the others in his generation who lived with this kind of surrogacy.
The storytelling is suffering from that fact that Charles has no side-kick to bounce things off, hide things from or make witty remarks to. We have to suffer through his interior monologue, which mostly reveals that he is too close to the family and too conventional in his thinking to uncover the murders.
I continue to like Josephine and rather hope that she will solve the mystery. As for her brother, he and boarding school deserve one another.
My, how the rich suffer,
Imagine the pain, after having driven a successful business into the ground through a refusal tell your father that you had no talent for business, of having to live simple on the small estate your wife has just inherited in Barbados.
How is anyone supposed to cope with such trauma?
Then there is the blandness of our investigator. He makes Watson look charismatic and insightful He's SO bland, I struggle to remember his name.
I'm beginning to hope Sophia is the murderer just to avoid thinking about her being married to this bland man.
Josephine remains interesting. And I too would like to understand why the dogs wouldn't eat Jezebel's palms.
This book is more than a little odd. The mystery no longers seems to be "who killed the Patriarch? but how did these people manage to share a house for so long.