the kitchen was neat and shipshape , the luncheon dishes done up and drying in the drainer , the little coleman gas stove washed off and sparkling ... but a greasy smell of frying still hung in the air , like a ghost of harold 's old self , the harold who had introduced himself into this part of her life by motoring up to her house behind the wheel of roy brannigan 's cadillac as she was burying her father .