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.

*****

I seat ourselves on a couple of

Order…?

in and ruining Charlotte’s birthday, since he chose to apologise, I’ve stretched a point by letting him back

I need

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

do noses go red and

meal

Sally knows her

that one.” He nods out over the area we just cleared, now hacked down to a few inches clear of the ground. His patchwork of a mongrel terrier, Scruffy, digs with industrial-grade ferocity in one

“… Some need demolishing. Some I want to fix up.

wandering over, measuring the collection of dilapidated sheds, shacks and ramshackle stables by eye. “Any thoughts on

a farm when she was younger. I know she was happy there. I thought she might like to keep some

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

of that old place

wait to rob apples from

chuckles. “Yeah, we did, didn’t we. Hey… you remember that day when he spotted us and he

was me he threw the bucket

home

I was never sure why it was you that got the

to bring you back in one piece

air gusts over me and I

this.” Ben jerks a thumb at the sheds. “I went back there one day a few months ago. Even the house is falling apart. The old man died. The kids had moved on and none of them wanted to take it

hotel maybe? Like this place. Convert the outbuilding to holiday

sold out of the family. So it’s just standing

Shame…

you

“Somewhere new to walk Scruffy.” He sucks down more soup. I do likewise. Then, “And… I just wanted to take

What’s going on?

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

ass up, his stub of a tail

easily be a burrow coming out from

Mmmm….

have a dog or

suddenly pops up, nose wiffling at the breeze. He trots over, sits by

*sigh*

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

my bother. Nothing really

Family…

means a lot. She’s… she’s going through a tough time right

I going to hang on to

“She's my wife, Ben.”

Change the subject…

going with

girl. Everything I ever looked for...” Despite the words, his tone is gloomy. “… at least I thought

Now what…?

it too far, too fast,

his empty mug. “I won't, and I'm

Here it comes…

bit boring. Needy. Always wants

another failed

feeling you wanted the kind of girl who’d

I thought

you find the kind of woman you thought you wanted,

reply. The mug revolves between

Am I being dense?

Missing the sub-text…?

“So, what’s going wrong?”

... this time...

tightens,