Death and the Decorator

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‘Oh, for heaven’s sake!’ said Carole Seddon testily. ‘You’re not going to tell me that colours have emotions?’

‘I didn’t say that,’ came the even reply from Jude. ‘Colours do not have emotions. They prompt emotions.’

‘Huh,’ said Carole.

It was a response Jude had heard many times before. And entirely predictable. Jude privately berated herself for the ease with which she kept putting herself into contention with her neighbour. Carole Seddon could be very prickly and there were whole acres of subject matter which were best avoided. The trouble was, though, that if Jude never ventured into areas that might spark scepticism from Carole, they’d never have anything to talk about. And they were, in their own idiosyncratic way, very close.

The topic which had engendered the ‘Oh, for heaven’s sake!’ and the ‘Huh’ in this instance was decoration. Jude, seated over coffee in the antiseptic magnolia-walled kitchen of her neighbour’s house, High Tor, had casually mentioned that she was about to have her sitting room painted.

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