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 those what

you gave me, that first day.” She lifts them free from the page, sliding a fingernail under to ease them from the

Michael shifts by me…

Trouble brewing?

flowers around here

have given them to

chair and sits beside her.

for bringing these. For keeping them so long.” She’s smiling, radiating almost, as she combs

Michael, then to me, eye-pointing chairs close by. Something in his tone penetrates. Her smile fades.

What’s coming…?

reaches for an inside pocket, plucking out an envelope,

at the letter, eyes

going

she drops

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

for me to give you his love when I found you again. I didn't tell him you'd not

take it?” I

back to all of us. The envelope rips, and she stands head bowed, soundless,

with Michael,

Then another, echoing around the

away again, gesturing Michael to her. He tries to take her in

farm once, that first Christmas. But no one would talk to me. They just said you'd left and Mr Kalkowski

looking for you. He told everyone you were

never did

or 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 you, you know. Tell me, did you make

“I did, yes.”

“Geology? Astronomy?”

but I changed to

brought

friend… Does it

smiles, nods and offers it to

My Dearest Jenny,

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