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 I think they

back between 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

Michael shifts by me…

Trouble brewing?

around here to

could have given them

a chair and sits beside her. “Jenny,

these. For keeping them

eye-pointing chairs close by.

What’s coming…?

Chad’s voice is gentle. “These aren’t the only things of yours I have.” He reaches for an inside pocket, plucking out an envelope,

at the letter,

she going

drops

never reached you. I was trying to find you. I picked it up from your

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 received his letter, but I kept it so I

you going to take

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

eyes with Michael, then with

still low, there's a sob. Then another, echoing around the

then Chad, flushing, backs away again, gesturing Michael to

would talk to me. They just said you'd left and Mr

he was a policeman, he came looking for

never did that.

palms. “I believe you. But my mother believed 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.

“I did, yes.”

“Geology? Astronomy?”

but I changed to

What brought that

friend… Does it say the things you would

and offers it to

My Dearest Jenny,

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