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?”

wants to come home. I think there’s

wrong when she took off the way she did. I thought it would kill Dad. She’s not coming back

“Steph…”

brother’s hand. “Shelley. You’re not coming back here. Don’t ring again. You’re not welcome.” He starts to slam the receiver

mind, I’d like

mine. And she’s

scared. Something has happened and… Oh, God, please

Shelley, but I can’t make

brother, slams it down on the cradle. “So she’s in trouble. You know how she was earning a living. Probably just got

sake, Steve,

home and she’s not

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The Present - James

the

A grunt; “Door’s open.”

enter, Sam Callaghan stands at 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 pot

He jerks his chin to a stack

“Thanks, yes.”

His voice is a growl brought on by years of shouting outdoor instructions up gantries and scaffolding, and across acres. He pours

God for