terrible time, but Iâd appreciate it if you would let me come back with you to your home. Thereâs a good deal to discuss.â
Matt Arthur looked at him blankly. Kimâs mother, tightening her grip on Roryâs hand, asked, âDiscuss what?â
âThe accident â and, more importantly now, what to do about the media intrusion.â
âWe just want to take Rory home,â said Katherine.
âMaâam,â he said, âif you think about it, Iâm sure youâll see the need for some help in protecting your privacyââ
The door of the waiting room banged open and another man entered. He was tall, tanned and wearing a cream linen suit. Acknowledging the presence of the other man he said, without pleasure, âCaptain Struthers.â He advanced on the little group â the grandparents, trying to contain their grief for the sake of the weeping boy, Rory himself and the doctor. His hand extended as he moved towards them. âMr and Mrs Arthur,â he said, âmy deepest condolences. This has been a most terrible event.â As they shook hands he said, âI know this is a dreadful time for you. What we want to do is minimize the pressure from the mediaâ¦â
âI want to go home!â cried Rory. âI want to go home! Take me home!â He wrenched his hand out of his grandmotherâs and ran to the door. Mrs Arthur said, âAll we want to do now is take Rory home.â She went to the door to talk to the boy.
âMrs Arthurâ¦â said the Englishman.
âIâm sorry,â said Roryâs grandfather. âWe have to take Rory home. Then weâre going to stay with family in Brighton.â
âFor your own comfort and protectionâ¦â said the American, Captain Struthers.
Mr Arthur spoke with an effort, âNo,â he said. âThank you for your offer, but you â all of you â have already done enough.â He went to the door and picked up his grandson.
When they got to the small red-brick house where Kim and her son had once lived, but would live no longer, Rory and his grandparents got out of the car. Dr Mehmet, the driver, remained in the vehicle, watching the little group standing on the pavement.
In the car, Roryâs crying had stopped. He sat between his grandparents, staring forward. They had not seen any alternative to taking the hysterical child back to his home, but both were afraid that in one part of his mind Rory had not accepted his motherâs death and dreaded that he thought, perhaps, he would find her when they got back, as if nothing had happened. They had tried to find out why the boy wanted to go home. âYou wonât be able to live there any more,â Mr Arthur had told him.
âI know,â he had responded angrily. Now they stood on the pavement. Kimâs mother glanced up at the windows, where their daughter had hung curtains when she moved in with the baby, Rory. Beyond the gate was the little patch of lawn with its round, central bed. The roses Kim had planted were in bloom. Below them, in the ground, were the bulbs she had put in, which had flowered in the spring and would flower again in the following year.
The Arthurs were both looking at Rory, so only Dr Mehmet observed a man walk up the road, duck into the garden opposite the house and start taking photographs. He also noticed a car slide into a parking space down the road. Two men got out, and stood on the pavement looking towards the Arthurs.
Rory ran to the part of the pavement where he had thrown the birdâs egg. He knelt down and tried to pick up the small blue fragments, most of which were stuck to the pavement.
âItâs my fault,â he shouted. âI said to go there! I said to go there!â He had three little pieces of birdâs egg stuck to his palm now.
âWhat are you doing, Rory?â asked his grandmother. âWhat do you mean?â
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