Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Chapter 26

Klempner - Twenty-Six Years Ago

The air is glacial, but although the breeze whips through my hair, I’m not cold. Instead, invigorated, I feel strong and ready for anything.

Standing by the frozen sea, I watch the wind drawing snow across the ice in a whirling dervish of frozen granules that lash around my feet. And I think of the last time I did this, here, with her.

Valentine’s Day coming up… I’ll be back in time.

Get her a present…

What would she like?

Something regional? She loved Helsinki…

Some of the local food?

Then I remember her bending over the porcelain, throwing up gravlax and vodka in equal measure…

Maybe not…

Jewellery?

Still persuading her to wear the emeralds I gave her…

A piece of art?

?

?

Perfect.

I head for the town centre, searching for galleries and craft shops, not knowing just what I’m looking for.

But I’ll know it when I see it…

Most are full of the kind of useless knick-knacks that are met with an ‘Oh, how lovely. You shouldn’t have.” greeting, then get pushed to the back of the cupboard: I-Heart-Helsinki fridge-magnets, overpriced chocolates and tee-shirts, dolls in fake Laplander costumes.

Weirdly, some of the gift shops are stocked with mementoes which seem to me completely out of place. Who comes to Helsinki to buy posters of London buses or ‘New York They named it twice’ tee-shirts?

Am I missing something?

Nope…

And then, there it is.

Beautifully painted by some local artist with more Js and Ks in the name than English allows: a scene of the frozen sea, painted from almost where I stood only a couple of hours ago with ice grit-blasting my clothes. A couple stand hand-in-hand looking out over a glinting scene of white and blue, and in the distance, a lone figure sits fishing.

The price, like everything in Helsinki, is horrendous, but who cares? Money is nothing. Mitch is…

… Mitch.

Padded and carefully gift-wrapped, I tuck the package under my arm and head back for the ferry port.

Time to go home…

Home?

When did I ever think of home before?

She’s waiting.

*****

 

Michael

“How is she?”

head bowed. “The same. Not good. I’d say she’s gotten past denial, but I almost wish she’d cry… Get it out of her system. Instead,

loss of a

panicking over gaining a

Both bereft…

…

What a fucking mess.

I say. “… Discovering she has a psychopath for

moment. “I think,” he says, “part of the problem is that not knowing much about him, she’s cooked up some idealised vision

perfect father who never

it turns out, yes.” He rubs at the back of his head. “How the hell do we deal with

to come out of her

“Like?”

when did she last have a bath? Or a

there wallowing in pizza boxes and boil-in-a-minute noodles. I’m happy to cook anything we can get down her, but first, we have to get her

the chair back, cross my ankles up on the table. “No, I don't think so.

eyes shift to

straightens up, plucks at a lip. “You might like to know,” I add, “that I turned on the heating downstairs first thing

long second, then, “Come on then. You’d better be there too but

follow him through to the lounge. Charlotte sits on the couch, hugging her knees, gazing slack-faced into

What’s she thinking...?

… Feeling….?

Fear?

Loss?

?

?

Humiliation?

speaks. “Charlotte?” There’s no softness in

turn, maintaining her vigil of

straight, his arms folded, “I expect you

then turns to face him. “Sorry,

“Come here.”

stand before him. “Yes, Master?” But she doesn’t meet his eyes. Head low, her fingers wind and

Yes… humiliation…

creased, spotted with what look like tomato stains, and she’s still carrying traces of

Doesn’t smell great either…

Master. You will behave appropriately when we speak. Your face lowered in submission is acceptable. Your

Her voice chokes. “Master…”

me, Charlotte. Nothing has changed. Nothing. You are exactly the same person you were a few

won’t look at him. “But I’m not. I…” The words choke into

Finally crying?

Good…

sake

is any different is inside your head. You are not Jenny, the child victim. You are Charlotte, the woman who reinvented herself, who knew what she wanted and took on all comers to get it. The woman

I saw you do it. I saw you auction yourself to the highest bidder; to me; because doing so would take you where you wanted to go. Even

sire… I don’t say father… that does not mean he has any power over you. Klempner has no hold over you

choices is whether or not she lets something that is part of her

swallows, her sobs subsiding a

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