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.

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 paper. “Chad and I were still at school. He

Michael shifts by me…

Trouble brewing?

of flowers around

given them

chair and sits beside

bringing these. For keeping them so long.”

Please sit. Please.” Chad tilts his chin to Michael, then to me, eye-pointing chairs close by. Something in his tone penetrates. Her smile fades. Michael

What’s coming…?

reaches for an inside pocket, plucking out an envelope, offering

stares at the letter,

going

drops into the

I was trying to find you.

him at the 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

you going to take it?” I say. “Read

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

meet eyes with Michael, then with

Then another, echoing around the otherwise

us stride forward, then Chad, flushing, backs away again, gesturing Michael to her. He

streaming down her face, “I went back to the farm once, that first Christmas. But no one would talk to me. They just

a policeman, he came looking for

did that.

him, 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

“I did, yes.”

“Geology? Astronomy?”

I changed

brought that

the letter… From your old friend… Does

a startled glance, then smiles, nods and offers

My Dearest Jenny,

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