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.

movement, the bang of a door, the rattle

The door opens.

She’s there.

from the corners of her eyes. Her mouth is down-turned at the corners. Silver threads through amber hair. But her green eyes - I know them. I see them every day in the

I can't. Sucking for saliva, I try

me, her eyes running up and down me. Reaching out, she touches my face, her eyes widening,

shriek. “Jenny!” And she flings herself at me, throwing her

she’s laughing and crying and so am I. And she holds me tight,

*****

 

James

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

“Beats me.”

both get out of the car, standing to lean against it. Eyes creasing, Michael is holding in a smile, the

to want ‘em

other. Up and down the

Jade…

My Jade…

Finally finding your dreams…

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

Green…

So familiar…

follow him, then return to

this is Michael… my husband… Mom…” Charlotte whispers the final word and Mitch shudders

come inside.” She motions across

across, hand offered. “James Alexanders. I’m a family friend. And I am

*****

Shabby with age, but immaculate; dingy but dust-free, it looks like cheap rentals everywhere. The same tired furniture. The same dismal wallpaper. I’ve stayed in a few like it myself

goes. But I drink the dreadful brew anyway. To my side, Michael looks down at his cup, then knocks it back

Get it over with…

“Would

his rucksack. “I have something better. “Champagne. Thought

him, albeit eyes shining red

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

Mitch’s eyes follow him…

a

But a son-in-law…

I was a

Meeting my new son…

And it was Michael…

flutes, handing them around, then sits back, an ankle resting up on one knee. Mitch accepts the flute with a

Tall…

Handsome…

Devastatingly charming…

be pretty

raise my

others follow suit.

nods, blinking. “Mitch, Michael and I both know how much this means to Char… to Jenny. She’s been searching for you for years…” I’m set to ramble

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