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 no involvement

gaze rises

did I ever think to see you

“May I come in?”

“Of course you can.”

position, fiddles with the layers of blankets and then, in a cheek-scalding moment, I

Oh, God…

She’s feeding her…

to look. “My apologies. I didn’t intend to interrupt my granddaughter's

new to me. Even seeing Jenny giving birth to

Breast-feeding?

Too personal…

spin, trying to find

Anywhere else…

my eyes

around the walls in a multicoloured herd accompanied by a kind of rainbowed Pegasus above them. A mermaid and frog

myself easing one way then the

It moves…

see someone let your mother loose

recognise it? Her

her touch, yes. She's still using that trick I

smile I’ve ever

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

know how she

paintings; how they were intended to be seen by firelight, to give

mouth opens a little. “Will you tell me

“Like what?”

How you met.

Past gnaws at me. “You’re

“I think so, yes.”

never been my strong suit, and now, here; in this place, this

She watches me,

I could

can’t change the past. What’s happened, has happened. But you can change the future…”

know what to say. Inside I’m tight, cold, but

Long seconds pass.

fro. Absently, I notice that the chair also has received the ‘Mitch

takes a step or two towards me, the baby still

me jolts. “Hold

your granddaughter. Don’t you want to say

and the heat in

simply stands there, offering me the

eyes slide past me and I turn to see James,

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

she moves, but Michael steps forward, a hand under

she steps closer, offering her baby to

My granddaughter…

miniature face is red and wrinkled, as though protesting the indignity of the world. The features are soft and unformed. A drop of

what do

What’s expected?

extend a finger into the

as I touch, another hand, smaller than the end of my thumb,

Such tiny fingernails.

to me. “You want to. I can

clumsy. I’ve never done this

fuck’s sake

her

She takes my hand, slipping it under the head. “Her neck muscles aren’t developed yet.

Then she steps away.

not quite focussed on me. A wisp of hair

Dark-haired like her father?

a touch of red

…

What to say?

“Hello, Cara.”

says, “It’s not

Crap…

many fucking times can I

get

“It’s not? I thought…”

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

Even James is frowning.