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.

*****

seat ourselves on

Order…?

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

I need the

huge pile of brush, scrub, weeds and brambles awaits the bonfire, vibrating in the slight

red and fingers

knows 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 and smacks his

Sally knows

we just cleared, now hacked down to a few inches clear of the ground. His patchwork of a mongrel terrier, Scruffy, digs with

wave across the stubbled earth… “… Some need demolishing. Some I want to fix up. Now I can get at

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

was younger. I know she

He peers 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

hotchpotch of buildings. “It reminds me of that old place

rob apples from his orchard,

didn’t we. Hey… you remember that day when he spotted us and he was white-washing

I forget it? It was me he threw

you home covered in white-wash.” He laughs, shaking his head. “Jeez, but the whupping I got

it was you that got

and I was supposed to bring you back in one piece and without dripping paint all over the

apples,” I chuckle. Cold air gusts over me and I down another mouthful of soup. “Wonder what

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

place. Convert the

can’t be sold out of the family. So it’s just standing

Shame…

did you go

Scruffy.” He sucks down more soup. I do likewise. Then, “And… I just wanted

What’s going on?

I dodge as Scruffy’s earth-moving changes direction and a shower of mud, pebbles and old roots splatters over

tail wags furiously as earth scatters behind him. “What d’you reckon he’s after?”

in his cheeks. “Rats maybe. Could easily be a burrow coming out

Mmmm….

should have a dog or two

up, nose wiffling at the breeze. He trots over,

*sigh*

beef broth onto a flattish rock by my feet. Scruffy laps it up then moves to Ben, pointing snout, and the mole-hill now attached to the top, at Ben’s mug. He turns soft

with my bother. Nothing really

Family…

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

stands, his answering smile crooked, turning sour. “How else was I going to hang on to

“She's my wife, Ben.”

Change the subject…

it going with

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

Now what…?

don't push it too far, too

mug. “I won't, and I'm not

Here it comes…

boring. Needy. Always wants to ask

another failed

the feeling you wanted the kind of girl who’d

I

find the kind of woman you thought

mug revolves between his

Am I being dense?

Missing the sub-text…?

“So, what’s going wrong?”

... this time...

face tightens, lips