Hot Revenge Box Set 2

After clearing up the breakfast dishes, I go looking for Klempner. I find him outside, on the terrace. The fog is clearing and leaning with both hands on the wall, he stares out over the valley, watching wreaths of silver mist twine over the lake.

I take a place beside him. “You okay?”

He turns. “Yes,” he smiles, “I'm extraordinarily okay.”

He looks away, then looks back, meeting my eye. “But we both know I fit in there like a giraffe in a wet suit. However, my thanks for the invitation. I appreciate it. I really do...” He picks at a bit of lichen growing on the stonework.

“But you're not ready to settle down with the carpet slippers and the chocolate Labrador by the hearth?”

“No. And as you said, there are things I need to do, dealing with Baxter being the priority.” He blows air. “Do you think Mitch will handle that? For some fairly obvious reasons, I can't stay here long. But even if I could stay, it wouldn’t work. Not long term.”

“I think you should ask her yourself…”

“But…”

“… But… I suspect that for both of you, simply knowing that the other is there will count for a lot. And besides, if you're careful, you can visit from time to time. See your daughter, your grand-daughter.”

He looks at his feet, scuffing at the ground. “I suppose.”

“Does it occur to you that for Mitch, a… um… part-time relationship, might appeal?”

His forehead furrows. “Run that by me again.”

“Mitch has had men controlling her all her life. Or trying to. She’s enjoying her freedom, especially now she’s earning money… Real money… in her own right. Living a life of her own but having a partner… you… there occasionally might just work, for both of you. The two of you would simply spend quality time together.”

He rubs the back of his neck. “Would that work?”

“It might. It wouldn’t be for everyone. But for Mitch… And for you… Who knows? Wouldn’t it be worth a try?”

His head sways, slowly, up and down. “Do you think Jenny will want to see me?”

“I think so, yes. It might be a bit of a rocky road for a while, but it will be good for her.”

“And you? Will I be welcome here?”

“For me, yes, you’ll be welcome. But for now, will you stay for Christmas? I’m sure Mitch would like that.”

“Yes…” He scuffs at the ground. “I think I will. In any case, there are things I need to do here too.”

“And after that? Back to Thailand?”

He flashes me a startled glance, then his smile twists into humour. “Um... Nooo… Not Thailand. It's not a very healthy environment for me just now. No, it’s South America for me next.”

“Will you keep me informed on that? Anything you learn.”

“Of course. I’ll set something up so we can stay in contact this time… without you having to rig up my old wiretap again.”

*****

Klempner

At the door, standing ajar, I hesitate, my stomach suddenly dropping away.

Have I done enough?

With muscles oddly reluctant to move, I tap on the door, very quietly.

“It’s open.”

I push, and too slowly, the door swings wider.

Jenny’s sitting in a rocking chair by the window. Her hair, so like her mother’s spills over a thick shawl pulled around her shoulders. A warm blanket covers her lap. And her face, while pale, has lost that sheen she had when Michael and I found her.

And held in her arms, wrapped in layers of knitted woollens…

Cara…

Your daughter.

My granddaughter.

I want to say something. Something appropriate, but I’m not sure what it should be.

I abused you…

Mistreated you…

Took my revenge on you…

something you had no involvement

gaze rises to me, you

ever think to see you smile at

“May I come in?”

“Of course you can.”

layers of blankets and then, in a cheek-scalding moment, I

Oh, God…

She’s feeding her…

apologies. I

Jenny giving birth to

Breast-feeding?

Too personal…

around the neck, I spin, trying to find somewhere

Anywhere else…

my

accompanied by a kind of rainbowed Pegasus above them.

myself easing one way then the other, trying

It moves…

someone let your mother loose with a paintbrush in

it? Her

yes. She's still using that

loveliest smile I’ve ever seen. “You've seen

yes.” I shift again watching the thing nod in agreement with the mermaid. “It was a butterfly

don’t know how she does

about cave paintings; how they were intended to be seen by firelight, to give the illusion of

opens a little. “Will

“Like what?”

met. How you got to

Past gnaws at me. “You’re

“I think so, yes.”

of things to say. Small talk has never been my strong suit, and now, here;

the room. She watches me, calm,

wish I could change what’s past. I

has happened. But you can change the future…” She

I’m tight, cold,

Long seconds pass.

adjusting the blankets and her clothes as the rocker moves slightly, to and fro. Absently, I notice that the chair also has received the ‘Mitch treatment’, painted cream, ferns twine

or two towards me, the baby still in her arms. “Would you

inside me jolts. “Hold

hold her. She’s your granddaughter. Don’t you want to say

dry and the heat

stands there, offering me the cooing, gurgling

me and I turn to see James, Michael and Mitch,

I look to James. He raises brows, lips twitching. “She’s the mother. It’s her

but Michael steps forward, a

steps closer, offering

My granddaughter…

features are soft and unformed. A drop of milk dribbles

do I

What’s expected?

extend a finger into the

end

Such tiny fingernails.

me. “You want to. I can see that.

done this before,

fuck’s sake don’t drop

cradle her in my

She takes my hand, slipping it under the head. “Her neck muscles

Then she steps away.

not quite focussed on me.

Dark-haired like her father?

there a touch

…

What to say?

“Hello, Cara.”

“It’s not

Crap…

fucking times can

get the name

“It’s not? I thought…”

hurt in his voice. And confusion. “I thought it was decided? She was going to be named for my

Even James is frowning.