Michael

It’s dark, a frigid winter’s evening. James hasn’t come home from work yet and I can’t find Charlotte.

Where is she?

Having a bath maybe?

But the bathroom stands cold and empty.

Reading somewhere?

I try her study, the lounge and the dining room, still with no sign of her.

And then as I stop to flick the curtains closed in the lounge, there she is. Outside on the terrace, without so much as a jacket or a cushion, she hugs her knees as she sits on bare stone paving, staring into the dark.

She must be bloody freezing…

What’s this about?

Don’t rush it…

I make a couple of hot drinks, then venture outside.

She turns as I approach. I offer her a mug. “Hi. Mind if I join you?”

“Course not.” She sniffs. “That’s lovely. Thank you.”

“Hot nutmeg milk and dash of brandy. I thought if you were determined to freeze your butt, you’d better have something inside to help thaw it out.”

She nods then turns to stare into the dark again.

After a minute or so, I say, “Come on, spit it out. Whatever it is.”

“I was thinking about my mother.”

“What about her?”

“I might never find her.”

“Perhaps not, but we'll keep looking.”

She blows on the milk, takes a slow mouthful. “What I'm meaning is, it's about continuity, isn't it. As long as I'm here, there's a bit of her too. And my father. It's not all gone. And if...”

"If what?"

She chokes up. “He’s so unhappy. He’s usually so full of life; so full of… of take-it-in-big-bites… He’s… It’s just not him.”

“He? Who? James? I thought we were talking about you?”

“Yes… No… Yes…”

“Charlotte, you’re not making a lot of sense.”

Looking away, she drinks more of the milk, but moonlight reflects from the tears trailing down her cheeks.

I lay an arm over shoulders, kiss her face. She’s chilled, tasting salty. “You want to find your mother. He wants his daughter back.” I rub at my forehead. “I hate seeing him like this too. I wish there was something I could do to help him, but he’ll get over it.”

to look at

have been pleasant for him,

“I'm not so sure.”

be right. It was a low blow on her part. But I'm not

to one side. “There's one thing I can do.” There’s a tremor in her voice. I wait, but she’s stalled

never make

the knot of hair then folds her hands around her

to me, Charlotte. What

talk to you about it before I did anything.” She’s gulping, stuttering her

?

Tread carefully…

would I be

“He wants his daughter.”

can't have her. You can’t give

could have another

a moment to penetrate. “Charlotte, are you telling

“Yes,” she whispers.

Ahhh…

air, I say, “Are you sure that's what you want to do…?” I speak slowly, carefully. “… What with your college work and wanting

much time and... And I want him to

so quietly, her head low. Her fingers knot

hands apart. Taking one of them in mine, I kiss cold fingers then hold them between my warm palms. She gulps and a sob

recently,” I say. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you trowelling on the makeup, trying to

know what else I can do to help him. But I didn’t want…. I always thought that if it happened… Well, that it would be between the two of you. Fifty-fifty if it was you or him. And that would have been fine. I know it would. But this way,

do I feel about

the right thing

that will stand

… and last…

… and work…

I'm going to make a couple more hot drinks, but don't go away. I'm coming back. I just need to think.” I turn, heading for the kitchen, but mid-movement, I turn again, pointing a forefinger. “I mean that. Don’t move. I’ll

coffee from scratch, grinding beans to give my hands something to do. As they growl and judder into powder, I set milk on

always loved him

Is that true?

No…

always loved

but she married

her, she’d

gave her to

kept her for

the house

… Helluva wedding present…

do I ever

?

This would do it…

I sure

?

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