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

sliding a fingernail under to ease them from the paper. “Chad and I were still at school. He picked them

Michael shifts by me…

Trouble brewing?

of flowers around

could have given them

pulls up a chair and sits beside

bringing these. For keeping them

eye-pointing chairs close by. Something in his tone

What’s coming…?

is 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

the letter, eyes

going to

drops

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

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

going to take it?” I say.

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

meet eyes with Michael, then with Chad.

sob. Then another, echoing around the otherwise

then Chad, flushing, backs away again, gesturing Michael to her. He tries to take

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

came looking for you. He told everyone

did

And Mr Kalkowski of course.” He smiles, places his hand over hers. “He

“I did, yes.”

“Geology? Astronomy?”

I changed

What brought

Does

and offers it to me. I read

My Dearest Jenny,

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