Elaine would also have found a meeting difficult in the extreme. But was such fear enough to push the younger woman so far away?
The ticket collector interrupted Maisieâs thoughts.
âChange at Tonbridge, madam.â
Maisie thanked him and settled back into her seat. Change at Tonbridge. She smiled to herself, though it was an expression of irony, not one of amusement. So many times in the past, Tonbridge had seemed to mark the place where she had to change who she was, from the London woman to the girl coming home to her father and, earlier,from the nurse who had seen so much to someone who told those who loved her, âOh, donât worry about me, Iâm all right.â Now she would be a daughter againâready to assure her father and stepmother that she was doing very well indeed, was thinking of the future again. She would tell them about the flats sheâd seen, and that she fully intended to return to Chelstone at every weekâs end, and for long periods over the summer.
O n Saturday afternoon Maisie and her father pulled themselves away from a warm log fire to walk a favorite route through the village, then out along a country lane and across winter-sodden fields, close to the edge where the mud was shallow. On the other side of a stretch of land in the midst of being tilled, a farmer was encouraging his horses to pull harder against the traces, while the plowboy led the team around a corner to carve another row. They stopped to watch for a while, each with their own thoughts. Then father and daughter strolled on in silence for a few moments.
Finally Maisie spoke. âDad, I want to explain how sorry I am that I stayed away so long, and why I didnât come home with you after being in hospital in Toronto.â Unsure of her words, she looked up again at the horses and the plow and the farmer pressing his body forward, as if to give more power to the task. âI know itâs a while ago now, but I still canât really explain what happened to me after James died. I was paralyzed, in a wayâthere was nowhere I could get comfortable, and I couldnât face coming home. And then I went to Spain, and it seemed the best thing to doâto be of help to people was a way to banish the dreadful memories, andââ
Frankie stopped walking and laid a hand on her arm. âYouâve no need to start saying sorry to me. You were grieving, Maisie, and thereâsno prescription for it, nor any right way to go about it. After your mother passed away, I was lostâand I think I forgot that youâd lost something too. And what did I do? I sent you off into service, because I didnât know what to do with myself or you. Iâll tell you now, knowing you wonât hold it against me, but it was more to do with me being at sea with myself than with thinking it would be good for you, though itâs all turned out right for the best, hasnât it? Iâm not going to rake over old pasture, but Iâve come to an age where Iâve seen people lose the people they love, and Iâve been through it myself. Thereâs no proper way to go about what comes afterward. You just put one foot in front of the other and you get on with it the best you can. Trouble is, your best ainât always the best for those who want a say in the matter. But youâve not done poorly by anyone, Maisie. You had to look after yourself, and now youâre home. Thatâs what matters. Weâre all coming through it in our way. Brenda and I set a lot of stock by James, and of course his mother and father loved him, but we all have our own way of going about these things, and no one can criticize anyone else for how they do it.â
âBut Brenda saidââ
âI was all right, Maisie. Just creaking a bit more about the knees and back, but I was all right. Brenda just wanted you home where she could take care of you, but I said to her, âSheâll come home
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