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Chapter 2: Edith296absolutely worn out by the time she came home.%u201d%u201cWhat was the headmaster%u2019s name?%u201d Jasmine asked, searching through the flowers and cards.%u201cDavid. David Tudor-Williams. Edith said he changed his name, hyphenating his middle name to his surname as he hated it. Too common.%u201d She nodded. %u201cHere it is.%u201dKen looked and read it, %u2018You will be passionately missed dear Edith. I so wish you were still with me%u2019. The %u2018me%u2019 was crossed out and another word was written above it, %u2018us%u2019.%u201cI wonder why he crossed the word out?%u201d Jasmine said. %u201cWhy was she here, Ken?%u201dKen looked at her. %u201cWe live around that corner,%u201d he said and pointed. %u201cShe had been helping him at the school that night. I guess he dropped her off on his way home.%u201dShe stood up. %u201cCome on. Picnic time.%u201dThey sat in a clearing in the woods. She had taken him on a walk through %u2018right-of-way%u2019 tracks for several miles. She took a large plastic box from the bag and laid in on the ground. %u201cCheese and tomato with a lettuce leaf in white bread, or egg and cress in brown bed?%u201d She asked.%u201cYou choose,%u201d he replied.%u201cOkay. I%u2019ll have the cheese,%u201d she said, opening the box and sharing out the sandwiches.As they ate, he said, %u201cI have arranged to go and see her at the funeral parlour. Will you come with me?%u201d %u201cWhen is it?%u201d She said.%u201cTomorrow. He replied. It%u2019s in the evening.%u201dThe Devil Drops By