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his parents’ influence, but he didn’t. He accepted blame for his own behaviour and begged her forgiveness for it in the most touching terms.
He had to mean it? Didn’t he?
My mother certainly thought so.
‘Oh, look, it was years ago,’ she said warmly. ‘You were just a kid and you didn’t know any better. I thought nothing of it.’
‘Thank you,’ said Joss. ‘But I know it’s always bothered Lucy, and it was important to me that I make my peace with you, and her.’
Mum laughed. ‘Make your peace? I think you’ve got a few years in you yet.’
‘I hope so.’ He laughed back. ‘But you know what I mean, I think.’
‘Yes, I do. You’ve really changed. You’re a really decent bloke now. I hope your dad’d be proud of you.’
His smile wavered then returned to full beam.
‘Thanks.’ He finished the last of the lemonade and stood. ‘And now, if you’ll excuse me, ladies, I’m afraid I must be going.’
‘Oh, dear, all ready?’ Mum was in two-pints-down flirtation mode and she batted her eyelashes quite shamelessly.
‘I’m afraid so. Thank you again, Ms Miles, for being so understanding. It means a great deal to me.’
With that, he left. Or rather, with a parting glance at me, the meaning of which was absolutely clear.
I’ve done what you asked. Now it’s your turn.
‘Well,’ said Mum, staring after him. ‘What a turn-up.’
‘Yes. Have you finished that? I’m ready to go.’
‘What? But the night is young.’
‘I know, but I have things I have to do.’
Back in the car on the way to drop mum in Tylney, the expected interrogation began.
‘So, tell me, Luce, you’re not getting involved with him again, are you?’
‘Not in that way.’
‘I bloody well hope not. It’s his fault you buggered off to Hungary for seven years and I only got to see you once in a blue moon.’
‘No, it isn’t. I wanted to work in Hungary.’
‘You wanted to run away from him.’
‘How could I run away from somebody who wasn’t chasing me?’
‘There was more to that than met the eye. I’d put good money on it. I don’t think he wanted to treat you the way he did.’
‘Mum, just because he’s smooth-talked you tonight doesn’t mean you can rewrite history. He treated me like a doll. No two ways about it.’
I needed to calm down a bit. I was well over the speed limit. I relaxed my foot on the pedal and tried to breathe.
‘I bet he was under pressure. Boys from his background can’t just see who they like, you know.’
‘Mum, this is the twenty-first century. Everybody can see exactly who they like. And if they can’t, then they can do the other person the favour of steering well fucking clear.’
Mum sighed and fidgeted with her friendship bands as we passed the ‘Welcome to Tylney: Historic Heart of the Vale’ signpost.
‘I wish you’d told me at the time what was going on,’ she said.
‘He made me keep it a secret. What an idiot I was. As if that didn’t tell me everything I needed to know about our future.’
‘You live, you learn,’ said Mum, but I was in no mood for philosophical insights. I stopped the car in the alleyway behind Tylney Pet Supplies.
‘Aren’t you coming in?’ she asked, halfway out of the door, having noticed that I hadn’t turned off the engine.
‘No. I’ve got to see a man about a dog.’
She gave me a long look.
‘That man wouldn’t happen to be a lord, would he?’
‘Mum, it’s OK. It’s business. He wants to work on a story with me, that’s all.’
That’s all
.
I knew, and I think she knew, that there was a lot more to it than that.
But she contented herself with a ‘Be careful’ before shutting the car door and skipping up the fire escape to the flat.
When I parked the car at Willingham Hall, I could see a dark figure sitting on the front steps. He was waiting for me.
He hurried across the gravel and intercepted me before I could change my mind.
‘Was that what you wanted?’ he asked breathlessly.
He had to mean it? Didn’t he?
My mother certainly thought so.
‘Oh, look, it was years ago,’ she said warmly. ‘You were just a kid and you didn’t know any better. I thought nothing of it.’
‘Thank you,’ said Joss. ‘But I know it’s always bothered Lucy, and it was important to me that I make my peace with you, and her.’
Mum laughed. ‘Make your peace? I think you’ve got a few years in you yet.’
‘I hope so.’ He laughed back. ‘But you know what I mean, I think.’
‘Yes, I do. You’ve really changed. You’re a really decent bloke now. I hope your dad’d be proud of you.’
His smile wavered then returned to full beam.
‘Thanks.’ He finished the last of the lemonade and stood. ‘And now, if you’ll excuse me, ladies, I’m afraid I must be going.’
‘Oh, dear, all ready?’ Mum was in two-pints-down flirtation mode and she batted her eyelashes quite shamelessly.
‘I’m afraid so. Thank you again, Ms Miles, for being so understanding. It means a great deal to me.’
With that, he left. Or rather, with a parting glance at me, the meaning of which was absolutely clear.
I’ve done what you asked. Now it’s your turn.
‘Well,’ said Mum, staring after him. ‘What a turn-up.’
‘Yes. Have you finished that? I’m ready to go.’
‘What? But the night is young.’
‘I know, but I have things I have to do.’
Back in the car on the way to drop mum in Tylney, the expected interrogation began.
‘So, tell me, Luce, you’re not getting involved with him again, are you?’
‘Not in that way.’
‘I bloody well hope not. It’s his fault you buggered off to Hungary for seven years and I only got to see you once in a blue moon.’
‘No, it isn’t. I wanted to work in Hungary.’
‘You wanted to run away from him.’
‘How could I run away from somebody who wasn’t chasing me?’
‘There was more to that than met the eye. I’d put good money on it. I don’t think he wanted to treat you the way he did.’
‘Mum, just because he’s smooth-talked you tonight doesn’t mean you can rewrite history. He treated me like a doll. No two ways about it.’
I needed to calm down a bit. I was well over the speed limit. I relaxed my foot on the pedal and tried to breathe.
‘I bet he was under pressure. Boys from his background can’t just see who they like, you know.’
‘Mum, this is the twenty-first century. Everybody can see exactly who they like. And if they can’t, then they can do the other person the favour of steering well fucking clear.’
Mum sighed and fidgeted with her friendship bands as we passed the ‘Welcome to Tylney: Historic Heart of the Vale’ signpost.
‘I wish you’d told me at the time what was going on,’ she said.
‘He made me keep it a secret. What an idiot I was. As if that didn’t tell me everything I needed to know about our future.’
‘You live, you learn,’ said Mum, but I was in no mood for philosophical insights. I stopped the car in the alleyway behind Tylney Pet Supplies.
‘Aren’t you coming in?’ she asked, halfway out of the door, having noticed that I hadn’t turned off the engine.
‘No. I’ve got to see a man about a dog.’
She gave me a long look.
‘That man wouldn’t happen to be a lord, would he?’
‘Mum, it’s OK. It’s business. He wants to work on a story with me, that’s all.’
That’s all
.
I knew, and I think she knew, that there was a lot more to it than that.
But she contented herself with a ‘Be careful’ before shutting the car door and skipping up the fire escape to the flat.
When I parked the car at Willingham Hall, I could see a dark figure sitting on the front steps. He was waiting for me.
He hurried across the gravel and intercepted me before I could change my mind.
‘Was that what you wanted?’ he asked breathlessly.