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.”

turns to look at me. “You think

Georgie turning up like that might not have been pleasant for him, but

“I'm not so sure.”

“You might be right. It was a low blow on her part. But I'm not sure what we can do about it, other than being here for

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

make a poker

knot of hair then folds her hands

Charlotte. What is this

anything.” She’s gulping,

?

Tread carefully…

I be

“He wants his daughter.”

have her. You can’t give her back to him. Neither

have

moment to penetrate. “Charlotte, are you telling

“Yes,” she whispers.

Ahhh…

do…?” I speak slowly, carefully. “… What with your

I want. You too, nearly as much. But he... he doesn't have so much time and... And I want him to have the chance

her head low. Her

them in mine, I kiss cold fingers then hold them between my warm palms. She gulps and a sob breaks

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

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

do I

right

that will

… and last…

… and work…

don't go away. I'm coming back. I just need to

grinding beans to give my hands something to do. As they growl

loved

Is that true?

No…

loved him

she married

her, she’d have

gave her to

kept

the house

… Helluva wedding present…

I ever

?

This would do it…

sure of

?

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