Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Richard

Michael’s bar of choice turns out to be more of a club, humming with activity. A singer croons from the stage; soft jazz which can barely be heard over the vibe of the crowd. A glitter ball spills multi-coloured light across a dance floor and here and there, a strobe splatters occasional black-light.

The two women take stools at the bar, whilst Michael, James and I find a table in a quieter corner.

Girl time…

Charlotte, so far as I usually see, normally drinks wine, but Michael has bought cocktails for both her and Elizabeth. The technicolour extravaganzas arrive draped with umbrellas, fruit, butterflies on sticks and a sparkler fizzing out of the top. The women watch them arrive and both burst into helpless laughter. Then, heads close, they start talking.

“How is she now?” I nod towards James’ and Michael’s communal wife.

“Getting over it, I think,” says James. “Without a doubt, it shocked her, learning that Klempner is her father.”

Michael grunts agreement.

“Of course…” I say, “… it was always known to be a possibility, surely? Had she simply closed herself off to the idea?”

James palms the back of his neck. “My guess is it was Klempner’s own certainty that Conners was her father that convinced her. But equally, I’d say that she wanted to be convinced.” He glances at Michael, the question in his eye, but the blond man isn’t paying attention.

Instead, he’s looking across the floor to where the women are involved in animated conversation. He sucks at his cheeks; gives me a nudge. “What do you think they're talking about?”

“How should I know?”

“Look at them,” he says. “Look.”

As one, James and I spin.

Charlotte is holding her palms open, perhaps two handspans apart. Elizabeth responds by opening her thumb and forefinger a couple of inches. They both dissolve into laughter.

Michael pulls a face. “You think we should be worried?” But a smile quirks at the corners of his mouth.

up and down as though weighing something. Charlotte responds by making a fist of her hand then

fist, turns to James. “Is this the rest and relaxation you had in mind? Something about

mock austerity. “My ego can cope. They’re fine.

“Those cocktails are nearly done. I’ll order them a top-up in a minute.” He strolls off in the

her face as she talks with her friend. “They’re

Mmmms into his drink. “A lot in common; family, intelligence, inclinations; but such contrasting

Charlotte will get past

the world down to get what she wants. I’ve never known anyone with such a terrifying

Elizabeth, looking nervous, catches my eye. Sitting by the bar, suddenly

trying to talk to her. She’s turning away, not meeting his eye. Arms pulled in, legs crossed at the knee,

But she looks upset…

She's vulnerable.

Where’s Charlotte vanished to?

see her

for a moment, James.” He tilts

Just as I find a break in the mass of bodies… as I am about to make my way across the floor, from off-side, Michael moves

words, but he stands beside Elizabeth, who leans towards him, saying

forward, oh-so-slightly. Although he’s tall, he’s

I’ve seen Michael punch

unwelcome visitor backs off, then away. Michael stares after the stranger as he vanishes into the crowd then turns back to Elizabeth, offering his arm and nodding across to me and James. He waves a forefinger at the barman, a circular motion, then pointing to our table. Elizabeth is smiling as the pair

chuckle. “Saw that

“Would you pick a fight with

think I would,

Elizabeth moving to join us then pulls up a

says James, mouth quirking.

“That was rather well done,” I

“My pleasure. Anytime.”

thank you.” Elizabeth drops her eyes, sucking at her lower lip. Michael rubs a knuckle over her cheekbone,

Will that upset Charlotte?