Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Chapter 50

 

Michael

It’s an ordinary house, as average as they come; one small property in a block of near-identical brick-built terraces. The paint is fresh, but not too fresh. And the door, fronting directly to the road, looks well-used. But the windows are clean; no litter fouls the frontage…

And there is a light on inside…

Charlotte sits in the car, inert. Her face is a pale sheen and, as I take her fingers in mine, her hand is cold.

I lift the fingers, press them to my lips. “This is it, then.”

She nods but doesn’t move. “Suppose she doesn’t want to see me?” She’s gasping for air…

Panic attack?

“… She abandoned me all those years ago. Suppose she just didn’t want me?”

“Why would she not want you?”

“Because I’m his.”

James speaks. “There are plenty of mothers whose children have unworthy fathers, but they still love them.”

“You don’t have to do this, Charlotte,” I say, “but if you don’t, you’ll never be happy. Whatever happens, good or bad, at least you’ll know. Your life can move on.”

A figure moves past the window. Partially silhouetted against the light inside, nonetheless, there is the impression of a pale face, a red tint to the hair.

Charlotte straightens up, muttering. “Right… I’m okay. Let’s do this.” Without looking back, she steps out of the car and crosses the road.

I wind the window down. “Got any tissues in the car?” murmurs James.

“Course I have.”

*****

 

Charlotte

I stand in front of the door, suddenly timid again. My heart pounds so hard there’re touches of black at the edge of my vision.

Chill out…

Calm down…

*Deep breath*

*Roll neck and shoulders*

My chest loosens and my breath flows a little more easily.

Good to go…

My finger hovers over the brass-button bell, then presses. A Bing-Bong echoes from somewhere beyond.

hollow rumble of movement, the bang of a door, the

The door opens.

She’s there.

Lines radiate from the corners of her eyes. Her mouth is down-turned at the corners. Silver threads

Sucking for saliva, I try again. “Hello.

my face, her eyes widening, her mouth opening. She’s trying to speak, her

into a shriek. “Jenny!” And she flings herself at me, throwing her arms around me. “You’re

so am I. And she holds me tight, then stands back to look at me, then

*****

 

James

of tissues, then a rucksack, slinging it over his shoulder. “Why d’you reckon women cry when they’re

“Beats me.”

against it. Eyes creasing, Michael is holding

want ‘em

mother are flooding tears, babbling incoherently at each other. Up and

Jade…

My Jade…

Finally finding your dreams…

to grab air. Charlotte looks my way, swiping the back of her hand under her nose and Michael waves

Green…

So familiar…

then return

Charlotte whispers

in,” she says. “You’d better come inside.” She

Alexanders. I’m a family friend. And

*****

dust-free, it looks like cheap rentals everywhere. The same tired furniture. The same dismal wallpaper. I’ve

goes. But I drink the dreadful brew anyway. To my side, Michael looks down at

Get it over with…

says, “Would you

something better. “Champagne. Thought I’d keep it back ‘til I

eyes shining red and

her cheek. “Congratulations. I’m so happy for

Mitch’s eyes follow him…

a

But a son-in-law…

I was a

Meeting my new son…

And it was Michael…

champagne into disposal plastic flutes, handing them around, then sits back, an ankle resting up on

Tall…

Handsome…

Devastatingly charming…

pretty

raise my glass.

follow suit.

Michael and I both know how much this means to Char… to Jenny. She’s been searching

good a

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