One day grandfather drew the curtains on the daylight and
did not ever draw them back again. His meals were
brought to the drawing-room when he hinted that he would
like that, and when he said that the stairs were
getting a bit much his bed was brought to the
drawing-room. Grandfather was disconsolate about the turn of events. Allowances
had to be made for ageing’s weariness, for a widower’s
continuing sorrow, that being reclusive was really hardly strange. The
drawing-room was dark even at the height of summer; only
at night, with all the lights on, did it suffuse.
Paraphrases from the story “At Olivehill” from the story collection Cheating at Canasta by William Trevor.