James

Books.

What’s new?

She’s consistent…

‘Principles of Geology’ by Charles Lyell - well-thumbed, ‘The Merchant of Venice’, ‘Marvels of Pond Life’ by Henry Slack - very dog-eared… The list goes on and the only thing any of the texts have in common is that they all look well-used. A second-hand bookstore would describe them as slightly foxed, but it looks as though the bears, the boars and the badgers have been at them too.

She stacks them in a neat pile, then rummages…

Some odds and ends of jewellery; cheap stuff, yellowed with age but seeming little-handled…

A rock. “Oh!” She smiles as it weighs in her hands.

Michael gives me a ‘wtf?’ look and I shrug.

Chad sees our expressions and smiles, then moves to stand close by Michael. He murmurs, “You’d better be ready. She’ll probably get pretty emotional soon.”

Michael shoots him a glance, then nods.

The rock seems to be just that; a rock, prettily striped in green and red, polished to a smooth round..

Curiosity gets the better of me. “Charlotte?”

She almost caresses the pebble and when she looks up, her eyes are full…

“Tell me later,” I say.

She separates out a book, a heavy volume, leather-bound, old looking. Her eyes lift to Michael, then me, and she chews at her lips. Sliding a finger to the pages, she lifts, and the book falls open on…

Flowers?

Yes, pressed flowers; dainty, delicate their colours faded, but recognisable as violets.

forward, looking close. “Are

me and Michael. “Yes, they’re the ones you gave me, that first day.” She lifts them free from the page, sliding a fingernail under to ease them from the paper. “Chad and I were still at school. He

Michael shifts by me…

Trouble brewing?

around

have given them to

a chair and sits beside

Thank you, Chad, so much, for bringing these. For keeping them so long.” She’s smiling, radiating

close by. Something in his tone penetrates. Her smile fades.

What’s coming…?

gentle. “These aren’t the only things of yours I have.” He reaches for an inside pocket, plucking out an envelope, offering it to her. “It's from Mr

at the

she going to

drops into

but it never reached you. I was trying to find you.

end, in the hospital. Almost his last words were for me to give you his love when I found you again. I didn't tell him you'd not received his letter, but

to take it?” I say.

to a corner, turning her back to all of us. The envelope rips, and she stands head bowed, soundless, as she

with Michael, then

head still low, there's a sob. Then another,

us stride forward, then Chad, flushing, backs away again, gesturing Michael to her. He tries to take her in his arms but she brushes him

first Christmas. But no one would talk

one who said he was a policeman, he came looking for you. He told everyone

did

wanted to. And she poisoned everyone against you. Except for Mrs Collier. And Mr Kalkowski of course.” He smiles, places his hand over hers. “He was so proud of

“I did, yes.”

“Geology? Astronomy?”

but I

brought that

friend… Does it say the

then smiles, nods and offers

My Dearest Jenny,

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