Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Twenty-Six Years Ago

The phone rings and he picks it up… “Hello?” … then jolts as he hears the voice.

“Davey? Is that you?”

“Shelley? Yes, it’s me.” He pauses, looks over his shoulder then around the doorway into the lounge. “Shelley, Stephen’s not here right now, but I’ll have to talk quietly. How are you? Why are you calling? After all this time, why are you calling now?”

“Davey…” Her voice trembles. “I was wondering if… Would it be possible for me to come home?”

“Home?” He holds the receiver as though accusing it of lying. “You want to come home? Shelley, has something happened? Are you alright?”

“Yes, something’s happened, and… no, I’m not alright. Do you think I could come? Would that be... possible?”

“Permanently you mean? To leave the City?”

Clumping sounds in the background; Stephen coming down the stairs. “Who is it?”

“Ah… no-one.”

Stephen looks at him askance. “No-one? What’s that supposed to mean?”

David takes a breath. “It’s Shelley.”

“Shelley?” Stephen looks upstairs. “And what does she want?”

with a hand. “She wants to come home. I think there’s something

there was a lot wrong when she took off the way

“Steph…”

Stephen snatches it from his brother’s hand. “Shelley. You’re not coming back here. Don’t ring again. You’re not welcome.” He starts to slam the receiver down, but

I’d like to talk to our

sister of mine. And

ear-piece. “Davey, I’m scared. Something

do Shelley, but I can’t

slams it down on the cradle. “So she’s in trouble. You know how she was earning a living. Probably just got herself pregnant by some stranger and now she wants to

sake, Steve, show a

home and she’s not

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The Present - James

on the door:

A grunt; “Door’s open.”

a table, resting on both palms as he stoops over site schematics spread flat, pinned at the corners with ashtrays, a spanner and a wilting

James.” He jerks his

“Thanks, yes.”

His voice is a growl brought on by years of shouting outdoor instructions up gantries and scaffolding, and across acres. He pours from the kettle and passes me the cup. I eye the chipped

for