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said. “Let me guess. He had a card game, or greyhound racing, or he got tickets to a fight?”
“Right first time,” Tom said with a sigh. “At least he’s consistent.”
“I can’t believe that you used to place your life in the hands of someone so unreliable,”
she said as she sat down at the breakfast bar that separated the kitchen area from the main sitting room and slipped her shoes on.
“Yeah, well, that’s the thing. Archie never got the job wrong, not once. He might forget his own birthday, but he’d still be able to tell you the make and location of every alarm system in every museum from here to Hong Kong.”
“You don’t think it’s all getting a bit out of control?”
Tom rinsed his hands under the tap as she finished rearranging her top.
“He’s always been a gambler of one sort or another. It’s in his nature. Besides, in many ways this is an improvement. At least now he’s just playing for money. The stakes were much higher when we were both still in the game.”
“If you ask me, the gambling’s all an excuse anyway,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “I think
he
just
doesn’t
like
your
cooking.”
65 the black sun
Tom grinned and flicked water at her.
“Stop it.” She laughed. “You’ll ruin my mascara.”
“You never wear makeup.”
“I thought I might jump on the bike and go to a club after dinner. Lucas and some of his friends said they would be going out. Do you want to come?”
“No, thanks.” He shrugged. “Not really in the mood.”
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Me? Fine. Why do you ask?”
“You just seem a bit down, that’s all.”
Tom hadn’t mentioned the afternoon’s detour with Turn-bull. There was no reason to, and besides, he didn’t really want to relive the whole Renwick discussion again. The wounds were still too fresh. Wounds that he clearly wasn’t concealing particularly well.
“It’s nothing.”
“I just wondered whether it was because . . . well, you know, because it’s today?”
Tom gave her a blank look. “What’s today?”
“You know, his birthday.”
“Whose birthday?”
“Your father’s, Tom.”
It took a few seconds for the words to register in Tom’s brain.
“I’d forgotten.” He could barely believe it himself, although part of him wondered whether, subconsciously, he’d deliberately blocked it out, like all those other things he’d blocked out from his childhood. It was easier that way. It made him feel less angry with the world.
There was a pause.
“You know, it might help if you sometimes spoke about him with me. With anyone.”
“And say what?”
“I don’t know. What you felt about him. What you liked. What annoyed you. Anything other than the big hole you’re always trying to step around.”
“You know what he did to me.” Tom could feel the instinctive resentment building in his voice. “He blamed me for my mother’s death. Blamed me, as if it was my fault she 66 james twining
let me drive the car. I was thirteen, for God’s sake. Everyone else accepted it was an accident, but not him. I got sent to America because he couldn’t bear to see me around. He abandoned me when I needed him the most.”
“And you hated him for it.”
“That’s not the point. The important thing is that I was prepared to try and start over. I really was. And you know what? It was working. We were just beginning to get to know each other again, to find our way back, to build something new. Then he died. I almost hate him more for that.”
A long pause.
“You know he never forgave himself for what he did to you?” Dominique sounded awkward and her eyes flicked to the floor.
“What do you mean?”
“He talked about it a lot. It never left him. I think that’s partly why he took me in. To try and make things right.”
“Took you in? What are you talking about?” Tom said, frowning.
“The thing is, he never wanted to tell you, because he thought you might be jealous. And it was
“Right first time,” Tom said with a sigh. “At least he’s consistent.”
“I can’t believe that you used to place your life in the hands of someone so unreliable,”
she said as she sat down at the breakfast bar that separated the kitchen area from the main sitting room and slipped her shoes on.
“Yeah, well, that’s the thing. Archie never got the job wrong, not once. He might forget his own birthday, but he’d still be able to tell you the make and location of every alarm system in every museum from here to Hong Kong.”
“You don’t think it’s all getting a bit out of control?”
Tom rinsed his hands under the tap as she finished rearranging her top.
“He’s always been a gambler of one sort or another. It’s in his nature. Besides, in many ways this is an improvement. At least now he’s just playing for money. The stakes were much higher when we were both still in the game.”
“If you ask me, the gambling’s all an excuse anyway,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “I think
he
just
doesn’t
like
your
cooking.”
65 the black sun
Tom grinned and flicked water at her.
“Stop it.” She laughed. “You’ll ruin my mascara.”
“You never wear makeup.”
“I thought I might jump on the bike and go to a club after dinner. Lucas and some of his friends said they would be going out. Do you want to come?”
“No, thanks.” He shrugged. “Not really in the mood.”
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Me? Fine. Why do you ask?”
“You just seem a bit down, that’s all.”
Tom hadn’t mentioned the afternoon’s detour with Turn-bull. There was no reason to, and besides, he didn’t really want to relive the whole Renwick discussion again. The wounds were still too fresh. Wounds that he clearly wasn’t concealing particularly well.
“It’s nothing.”
“I just wondered whether it was because . . . well, you know, because it’s today?”
Tom gave her a blank look. “What’s today?”
“You know, his birthday.”
“Whose birthday?”
“Your father’s, Tom.”
It took a few seconds for the words to register in Tom’s brain.
“I’d forgotten.” He could barely believe it himself, although part of him wondered whether, subconsciously, he’d deliberately blocked it out, like all those other things he’d blocked out from his childhood. It was easier that way. It made him feel less angry with the world.
There was a pause.
“You know, it might help if you sometimes spoke about him with me. With anyone.”
“And say what?”
“I don’t know. What you felt about him. What you liked. What annoyed you. Anything other than the big hole you’re always trying to step around.”
“You know what he did to me.” Tom could feel the instinctive resentment building in his voice. “He blamed me for my mother’s death. Blamed me, as if it was my fault she 66 james twining
let me drive the car. I was thirteen, for God’s sake. Everyone else accepted it was an accident, but not him. I got sent to America because he couldn’t bear to see me around. He abandoned me when I needed him the most.”
“And you hated him for it.”
“That’s not the point. The important thing is that I was prepared to try and start over. I really was. And you know what? It was working. We were just beginning to get to know each other again, to find our way back, to build something new. Then he died. I almost hate him more for that.”
A long pause.
“You know he never forgave himself for what he did to you?” Dominique sounded awkward and her eyes flicked to the floor.
“What do you mean?”
“He talked about it a lot. It never left him. I think that’s partly why he took me in. To try and make things right.”
“Took you in? What are you talking about?” Tom said, frowning.
“The thing is, he never wanted to tell you, because he thought you might be jealous. And it was
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