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…

you had

rises to me,

ever think to see

“May I come in?”

“Of course you can.”

the layers of blankets and then,

Oh, God…

She’s feeding her…

know where to look. “My apologies.

seeing Jenny giving birth

Breast-feeding?

Too personal…

the neck, I spin, trying to find

Anywhere else…

for my eyes to

at: unicorns charge around the walls in a multicoloured herd accompanied by a kind of

easing one way then the

It moves…

let your mother loose with a paintbrush

it?

her touch, yes. She's still

smile I’ve ever seen. “You've seen

shift again watching the thing nod in agreement with the mermaid. “It was a butterfly the first time

don’t know how

something about cave paintings; how they were intended

“Will

“Like what?”

Mom. How you met.

me. “You’re

“I think so, yes.”

run out of things to say. Small talk has never

room. She

I wish I could change what’s past.

What’s happened, has happened. But you can change the future…” She tilts her chin.

Inside I’m tight, cold, but heat rises up my chest

Long seconds pass.

notice that the chair

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

mouth is dry and the heat in

stands there, offering me the cooing, gurgling blanket-wrapped

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

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

a little as she moves, but Michael steps forward, a hand under her arm. “Take it

she steps closer, offering her

My granddaughter…

protesting the indignity of the world. The features are soft and unformed. A drop of milk dribbles from her

what do I

What’s expected?

a finger into

touch, another hand, smaller than the end of my thumb, takes hold of my finger, gripping

Such tiny fingernails.

presses her to me. “You want to. I can see that.

never done this before, but

fuck’s sake

her

slipping it under the head. “Her neck muscles aren’t developed

Then she steps away.

quite focussed on me. A wisp of hair spirals

Dark-haired like her father?

there a touch of red

…

What to say?

“Hello, Cara.”

“It’s

Crap…

times can I fucking fuck

even get

“It’s not? I thought…”

her arm “Charlotte? I thought…” There’s hurt in his voice. And confusion. “I thought it was decided? She was going to be named for

Even James is frowning.