Masters & Lovers Box Set Three
Chapter 2
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.
*****
and I seat ourselves on
Order…?
Ben 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 a point by letting
need
of brush, scrub, weeds and brambles awaits the bonfire, vibrating in the slight breeze. So early in
red and
As ever, the soup is excellent. My chef really knows how to turn out the right meal for the weather. Ben sniffs at steam fragrant with sage, thyme and
it is. Sally knows her
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 corner. “What’s
But the old out-buildings on the far side…” I wave across the stubbled earth… “… Some need demolishing. Some I want to fix up. Now I can get at them without needing a machete every time, we can give them the
the collection of dilapidated sheds, shacks and ramshackle stables by eye. “Any
a farm when she was younger. I know she was
a single hinge, then twists to look up. “Stonework’s sound, but the roof timbers have had it. And the shingles.” He digs a
again, casting around at the hotchpotch of buildings. “It reminds me of that old place at McAlister’s. You
rob apples from his orchard,
remember that day when he spotted us
it? It was me he
brought you home covered in white-wash.” He laughs, shaking his head.
why it was you that got the seat of your
you out and I was supposed to bring you back in one piece and without dripping paint all over
get any of the apples,” I chuckle. Cold air gusts over me and I down another
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
for a hotel maybe? Like this place. Convert the
in the will that it can’t be sold out of the family. So it’s just
Shame…
you go
down more soup. I do likewise. Then, “And… I
What’s going on?
a shower of mud, pebbles and old
making good progress. His head down, ass up, his stub of a tail wags furiously
easily
Mmmm….
have a dog
He trots over, sits by me and directs lasers at
*sigh*
snout, and the mole-hill now attached to the top, at Ben’s mug. He turns soft eyes on his junk-heap mutt, squatting down to offer his mug, with its last inch
good, just sharing time with my
Family…
thank you for apologising to Charlotte and James. It means a lot. She’s… she’s going through a tough
his answering smile crooked, turning sour. “How else was I going to hang on to my brother? Since
“She's my wife, Ben.”
Change the subject…
it going
looked for...” Despite the words, his tone is gloomy. “… at least I thought so.” And there’s an edge
Now what…?
push it too
cradles his empty mug. “I won't, and
Here it comes…
wants to ask me what she
failed
wanted the kind of
what I thought
woman you thought you wanted,
mug revolves
Am I being dense?
Missing the sub-text…?
“So, what’s going wrong?”
... this time...
tightens, lips
Update Chapter 2 of Masters & Lovers Box Set Three by Simone Leigh
With the author's famous Masters & Lovers Box Set Three series authorName that makes readers fall in love with every word, go to chapter Chapter 2 readers Immerse yourself in love anecdotes, mixed with plot demons. Will the next chapters of the Masters & Lovers Box Set Three series are available today.
Key: Masters & Lovers Box Set Three Chapter 2