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

sliding a fingernail under to ease them from the paper. “Chad and

Michael shifts by me…

Trouble brewing?

of flowers around here to

given them to her any

up a chair and sits beside her. “Jenny, sit down would

keeping them so

tilts his chin to Michael, then to me, eye-pointing chairs close by. Something in his

What’s coming…?

I have.” He reaches for an inside pocket, plucking out an envelope, offering it

at the

going to

drops into

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

the hospital. Almost his last words were for me to give you his love when I found you again.

to take it?” I say.

her back to all of us. The envelope rips,

with Michael,

there's a sob. Then another, echoing around

forward, then Chad, flushing, backs away again, gesturing Michael to her. He tries to take her in his arms

“I went back to the farm once, that first Christmas. But no one would talk to me. They just said you'd left and Mr Kalkowski had died.

the one who said he was a policeman, he came looking for you.

did

or wanted to. And she poisoned everyone against you. Except for Mrs Collier. And Mr Kalkowski of course.” He smiles, places his hand

“I did, yes.”

“Geology? Astronomy?”

but I changed to

What brought

letter… From your old friend… Does it say the things you would have hoped it would

nods and offers it to me. I read it then pass

My Dearest Jenny,

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