Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Michael

James rolls the razor over the line of jaw to neck, angling in the mirror to see the result.

“You’ve got it all,” I say. “Bloody nuisance for you having to shave as often as you do.”

He harrumphs, then, “Maybe I should grow a beard.” He looks himself left then right in the mirror. “What do you think?”

“It’s not my opinion you should ask.” I cock my head towards the door.

“Mmmm.” He runs a finger from chin to ear, sucking in his cheeks. “How is she?”

“Pretty hyper. I’m beginning to wish I’d not told her about the address; checked it out first myself. I could easily have found a different Christmas gift if I tried… If we get there and don’t find anything. If her mother’s moved or died…”

“Worst scenario…” says James, “No-one’s heard of her at all. No-one knows anything. Anything else is at least a step forward.”

“Yes, but that’s really why I wanted you to come along too. If it’s bad news, I can’t drive and hold her hand too…”

Charlotte bounces into the room. “I’m ready when you are.”

I look her up and down. “Have you just changed your clothes?”

“Er… yes. First, I thought I should go dressed in my best. Then I thought it might look a bit odd, wandering around a strange neighbourhood like that. So I changed into jeans, then I thought, if we find my mother, I should look nice and then…”

I step forward, tug her to me by the waist. “Charlotte, you would look ‘nice’ if you dressed in an old carpet. If we find your mother, how you’re dressed is the least of what will be happening.”

Her eyes fall. “If…”

“Yes, it’s still ‘if’. The address was old. Even the police file made it clear that they didn’t know what had happened or where she might have gone from there.”

“I know.” Her words are tight, constricted. “But I’m just hoping that…”

I tilt up her chin. “I know what you’re hoping, but with the best will in the world, this is almost certainly just a fact-finding mission. I did a lot of searching through old files just to get as far as I did.”

She nods against the pressure of my finger then, “Michael?”

“Mmmm?”

“Whatever happens, whatever we find, thank you.”

I press my lips to hers. “My pleasure.”

*****

“My car?”

“If that’s alright with you.” James pats his thigh. “Given the distance, it would be easier if you were driving.”

“Fine.” I turn to check Charlotte’s not in earshot. “The pair of you sit in the back seat. I don’t need a navigator and I’d rather her be close by you.”

They sit together, he with an arm wrapped around her while she just stares out of the window. Occasionally our eyes meet in the mirror.

*****

“This is it?” Charlotte stands, staring around, looking lost.

To one side; a car park, huge, able to take hundreds, perhaps thousands of cars. To the other; a hypermarket, DIY and white goods stores, acres of sheet glass displaying computers, TVs, household goods, clothes…

The acreage is vast. The retail park perhaps ten years old. No trace remains of what it replaced.

James stands beside her, a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Charlotte,” I say. “But we won’t give up. We’ll keep looking.”

She nods, her face screwing up with suppressed tears, then she gets back in the car.

*****

Ben and I seat ourselves on a couple of

Order…?

not be permitted to visit our home any more after charging in and ruining Charlotte’s birthday, since he chose to apologise, I’ve stretched

need the

pile of brush, scrub, weeds and brambles awaits the bonfire, vibrating in the slight breeze. So early in the year,

red

how to turn out the right meal for the weather. Ben sniffs at steam fragrant with sage, thyme and who-knows-what-else, gulps down a mouthful

Sally knows her

He nods out over the area we just cleared, now hacked down to a few inches clear of the ground. His patchwork

old out-buildings on the far side…” I wave across the stubbled earth… “… Some need demolishing. Some I want to

over, measuring the collection of dilapidated sheds, shacks and ramshackle stables

farm when she was younger. I know she was happy there. I

through an opening, the rotted remains of the top half of a stable-door hanging by a single hinge, then twists to look up. “Stonework’s sound, but the roof timbers have had it. And the shingles.” He digs a thumbnail into the door-frame. “Woodworm have had most of

the hotchpotch of buildings. “It reminds me of that old place at McAlister’s. You know, where we use to play

apples from his

didn’t we. Hey… you remember that day

forget it? It was me he

was me that had to explain to Mom why I’d brought you home covered in white-wash.” He laughs, shaking his head. “Jeez, but

you that got the seat of your

I was the older one. I’d taken you out and I was supposed to bring you back in one piece and without dripping paint all

even get any of the apples,” I chuckle. Cold air gusts over me and I down

is falling apart. The old

Like this place. Convert the

the family. So it’s just standing there, falling to

Shame…

did you go

soup. I do likewise. Then, “And… I just wanted

What’s going on?

changes direction and a shower of mud, pebbles and old roots splatters

making good progress. His head down, ass up, his stub of a tail wags furiously as earth scatters behind him.

cheeks. “Rats maybe. Could easily be a

Mmmm….

we should have a dog or two

at the breeze. He

*sigh*

mug. He turns soft eyes on his junk-heap mutt, squatting

my bother. Nothing really to

Family…

thank you for apologising to Charlotte and James. It means a lot. She’s…

hang on to my brother? Since

“She's my wife, Ben.”

Change the subject…

going with

nice girl. Everything I ever looked for...” Despite the words, his tone is gloomy. “… at least I thought so.” And there’s

Now what…?

push it too far, too

cradles his empty mug. “I won't, and I'm not

Here it comes…

bit boring. Needy. Always wants to ask me what she

failed ‘Ben

feeling you wanted the kind of girl who’d put you

what I thought

when you find the kind of woman you thought you wanted, suddenly you don't want her

mug revolves between his

Am I being dense?

Missing the sub-text…?

“So, what’s going wrong?”

... this time...

face tightens,