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island.”
“Warm rain. For a couple of hours. Then it stopped and the sun shone. It never stops here.”
Maya laughed. “You get used to it. And it’s spring. Summer will be along soon.”
Jewel snorted. “So the rain will be warm. I wonder where Tamsin decided to go in the end. Last I saw of her, she was staring at the departure boards in Dar es Salaam and talking to herself. I think I miss her already.”
“Don’t be maudlin. She said she thought New York might be a good idea.” Maya finished her champagne and picked up the seawitch’s full glass. “She said something about the gateway to the rest of the world.” Bouncing to her feet, she headed for the door. “I’ll get a duvet for the seawitch.”
“I wonder what her name is.” Jewel contemplated the silent figure on the other sofa. “It’s a bit awkward calling her the seawitch.”
“We can’t just give her any name,” Maya replied. “We could call her Seawitch. Like a title?”
Jewel uncurled from her corner of the sofa and stretched. “It’ll do for now. I’m going to go to bed. Remind me where I’m sleeping.”
She barely had time to undress before collapsing onto the bed and falling into unconsciousness.
Jewel put the stack of carrier bags down and fumbled in her new handbag for the keys to Maya’s flat.
The door opened, and Maya glanced down at the pile of shopping bags. “Here, let me take some of that. What on earth have you been buying?”
“Clothes for London. I’ve got nothing for this climate. I bought some jeans and things. And an umbrella.”
Maya looked down at the collection of bags she held and the ones still on the floor. “Things.” She focussed on Jewel. “What on earth have you done to your hair?”
Jewel touched her head defensively. She wasn’t entirely sure she hadn’t made a mistake, but a haircut was a small thing compared to the rest of the items on her to do list. “Don’t you like it?”
Maya narrowed her eyes and gave the question the consideration it deserved. “It suits you.” She reached a hand out and ruffled it. “But you look different. Sophisticated. You’ve always had long hair.”
Jewel ran her hand over her head again. She’d asked the stylist for something completely different, and that’s what she got. Short and feathery, her hair framed her face and tickled the back of her neck. She had a horrible feeling she’d done it to impress her mother with the fact that she was no longer the same person who’d been rejected nine years ago. “I went to some posh place in Knightsbridge. I think I like it. But it needs regular visits to a hairdresser. Not really suitable for the island.”
“Have you had it coloured as well?”
“No.” Jewel shook her head. “It’s just that most of the sun-bleached bits have been cut off so it looks darker.”
“Almost coppery.” Maya put the bags down next to Jewel’s bed and walked round her. “It makes you look like a sophisticated urchin. New clothes?”
Jewel took off her biker’s jacket and handed it to Maya, who stroked the distressed leather enviously.
“What a shame you’re so much smaller than me.” She looked Jewel over thoroughly. “I forgot how stylish you used to be.”
“Come on.” Jewel dropped her handbag on the bed. “I’ll unpack them later and show you. I need a cup of tea. And for you to tell me if you learned anything about Seawitch. Where is she?”
“Still on the sofa.” Maya led the way into the kitchen. “She can’t stay like that. I’m getting worried. She’s not eating by herself. I managed to feed her some soup, but it was an effort.” She busied herself making tea and opened a box from a well-known patisserie. Jewel peered over her shoulder.
“Chocolate mousse cake. I love you, Maya.”
“I got one for Seawitch as well. You can try to feed it to her. With a cup of tea.” She smirked and carried the plate and a cup through to the sitting room.
Jewel followed her with the other cups.
“Warm rain. For a couple of hours. Then it stopped and the sun shone. It never stops here.”
Maya laughed. “You get used to it. And it’s spring. Summer will be along soon.”
Jewel snorted. “So the rain will be warm. I wonder where Tamsin decided to go in the end. Last I saw of her, she was staring at the departure boards in Dar es Salaam and talking to herself. I think I miss her already.”
“Don’t be maudlin. She said she thought New York might be a good idea.” Maya finished her champagne and picked up the seawitch’s full glass. “She said something about the gateway to the rest of the world.” Bouncing to her feet, she headed for the door. “I’ll get a duvet for the seawitch.”
“I wonder what her name is.” Jewel contemplated the silent figure on the other sofa. “It’s a bit awkward calling her the seawitch.”
“We can’t just give her any name,” Maya replied. “We could call her Seawitch. Like a title?”
Jewel uncurled from her corner of the sofa and stretched. “It’ll do for now. I’m going to go to bed. Remind me where I’m sleeping.”
She barely had time to undress before collapsing onto the bed and falling into unconsciousness.
Jewel put the stack of carrier bags down and fumbled in her new handbag for the keys to Maya’s flat.
The door opened, and Maya glanced down at the pile of shopping bags. “Here, let me take some of that. What on earth have you been buying?”
“Clothes for London. I’ve got nothing for this climate. I bought some jeans and things. And an umbrella.”
Maya looked down at the collection of bags she held and the ones still on the floor. “Things.” She focussed on Jewel. “What on earth have you done to your hair?”
Jewel touched her head defensively. She wasn’t entirely sure she hadn’t made a mistake, but a haircut was a small thing compared to the rest of the items on her to do list. “Don’t you like it?”
Maya narrowed her eyes and gave the question the consideration it deserved. “It suits you.” She reached a hand out and ruffled it. “But you look different. Sophisticated. You’ve always had long hair.”
Jewel ran her hand over her head again. She’d asked the stylist for something completely different, and that’s what she got. Short and feathery, her hair framed her face and tickled the back of her neck. She had a horrible feeling she’d done it to impress her mother with the fact that she was no longer the same person who’d been rejected nine years ago. “I went to some posh place in Knightsbridge. I think I like it. But it needs regular visits to a hairdresser. Not really suitable for the island.”
“Have you had it coloured as well?”
“No.” Jewel shook her head. “It’s just that most of the sun-bleached bits have been cut off so it looks darker.”
“Almost coppery.” Maya put the bags down next to Jewel’s bed and walked round her. “It makes you look like a sophisticated urchin. New clothes?”
Jewel took off her biker’s jacket and handed it to Maya, who stroked the distressed leather enviously.
“What a shame you’re so much smaller than me.” She looked Jewel over thoroughly. “I forgot how stylish you used to be.”
“Come on.” Jewel dropped her handbag on the bed. “I’ll unpack them later and show you. I need a cup of tea. And for you to tell me if you learned anything about Seawitch. Where is she?”
“Still on the sofa.” Maya led the way into the kitchen. “She can’t stay like that. I’m getting worried. She’s not eating by herself. I managed to feed her some soup, but it was an effort.” She busied herself making tea and opened a box from a well-known patisserie. Jewel peered over her shoulder.
“Chocolate mousse cake. I love you, Maya.”
“I got one for Seawitch as well. You can try to feed it to her. With a cup of tea.” She smirked and carried the plate and a cup through to the sitting room.
Jewel followed her with the other cups.
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