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‘The point of contention is Ms Merchant’s continued insistence that she didn’t ask you to get rid of her partner.’
‘I wouldn’t use those words, would I?’
‘I told her I presumed you’d offer prayers aimed at guiding Ms Norris to a better place. But it seems clear that Ms Merchant’s idea of a better place is… her bedroom.’
Merrily poured sparkling water into two glasses.
‘I thought it was sentiment, grief – entirely understandable. I offered to help her move the second bed into another room. Which was very much the wrong thing to say.’
‘I suppose,’ Sophie said, ‘one can understand why immediately disposing of her partner’s bed might make her feel in some way disloyal. And yet the very presence of the bed might, on first waking, with one’s senses a little befuddled…’
‘You come out of a dream, your mind’s holding an image. It’s projected into an empty bed. She really wasn’t open to that kind of explanation. As for keeping that chair in the bedroom…’
‘The very symbol of a secretary. I’m not sure I particularly like what that implies.’
‘I’m not sure whether it’s just morbid or, as you say, a bit sinister. What does she expect from me now? She tell you that?’
‘Not in a way that was comprehensible to me.’
‘When she said Ms Nott was not smiling any more, did you get the idea that was more a reflection of the way she was feeling? Or that the image had gone?’
‘She wouldn’t be drawn. And it wasn’t my business to do that.’
‘How well do you know her, Sophie? She said they both came to services at the Cathedral.’
‘Didn’t really know either of them, but I remember them, vaguely. Tall woman, quite formally dressed, and a smaller woman. Younger, I think. Quite plain. Demure – although that might be with hindsight.’
‘Boss and secretary.’
‘You might think that.’
‘You see, at first, I had the impression that what Sylvia Merchant wanted from me was simply reassurance that what was happening to her was quite normal. That she wasn’t deluded. I told her how commonplace it was. That there was nothing to worry about. And then it all slowly became… ab normal. She started asking questions about me that went beyond the usual pleasantries. She knew about what we do. She’d gone into it. But clearly what we do… wasn’t what she wanted.’
‘I’m assuming,’ Sophie said, as lunch arrived, ‘that, in normal circumstances, this would have begun and ended with prayer.’ She looked up at the waitress. ‘Splendid. Thank you.’
Merrily waited until they were alone again, apart from the wooden flasher in the ceiling.
‘Far too early to suggest anything like a Requiem Eucharist. Which, under the circs, would not have been exactly welcomed.’
‘So, did your response… differ in any way from the normal?’
Something here she wasn’t being told. Merrily looked for Sophie’s eyes but they were lowered over her feta cheese salad.
‘I may have formed the impression that, rather than arranging a delicate parting of the ways, I was being asked to bless a… oh God… a continuing relationship? She was saying Alys Nott was with us in that room. The dent in the pillow. The chair which, shortly after I’d stood up, creaked, as if someone else had sat down…’
‘Eerie.’
‘I need to see her again, don’t I?’
‘I think not, Merrily.’ Sophie still didn’t look up. ‘The Bishop happened to be there when I was dealing with the call and asked me what it was about. His opinion was that this was somethingin which, ah… in which it was better that Deliverance should not be involved.’
‘Bernie said that? Better for whom?’
‘Better for you, certainly. Better for Ms Merchant, in the long term. And – presumably – better
‘The point of contention is Ms Merchant’s continued insistence that she didn’t ask you to get rid of her partner.’
‘I wouldn’t use those words, would I?’
‘I told her I presumed you’d offer prayers aimed at guiding Ms Norris to a better place. But it seems clear that Ms Merchant’s idea of a better place is… her bedroom.’
Merrily poured sparkling water into two glasses.
‘I thought it was sentiment, grief – entirely understandable. I offered to help her move the second bed into another room. Which was very much the wrong thing to say.’
‘I suppose,’ Sophie said, ‘one can understand why immediately disposing of her partner’s bed might make her feel in some way disloyal. And yet the very presence of the bed might, on first waking, with one’s senses a little befuddled…’
‘You come out of a dream, your mind’s holding an image. It’s projected into an empty bed. She really wasn’t open to that kind of explanation. As for keeping that chair in the bedroom…’
‘The very symbol of a secretary. I’m not sure I particularly like what that implies.’
‘I’m not sure whether it’s just morbid or, as you say, a bit sinister. What does she expect from me now? She tell you that?’
‘Not in a way that was comprehensible to me.’
‘When she said Ms Nott was not smiling any more, did you get the idea that was more a reflection of the way she was feeling? Or that the image had gone?’
‘She wouldn’t be drawn. And it wasn’t my business to do that.’
‘How well do you know her, Sophie? She said they both came to services at the Cathedral.’
‘Didn’t really know either of them, but I remember them, vaguely. Tall woman, quite formally dressed, and a smaller woman. Younger, I think. Quite plain. Demure – although that might be with hindsight.’
‘Boss and secretary.’
‘You might think that.’
‘You see, at first, I had the impression that what Sylvia Merchant wanted from me was simply reassurance that what was happening to her was quite normal. That she wasn’t deluded. I told her how commonplace it was. That there was nothing to worry about. And then it all slowly became… ab normal. She started asking questions about me that went beyond the usual pleasantries. She knew about what we do. She’d gone into it. But clearly what we do… wasn’t what she wanted.’
‘I’m assuming,’ Sophie said, as lunch arrived, ‘that, in normal circumstances, this would have begun and ended with prayer.’ She looked up at the waitress. ‘Splendid. Thank you.’
Merrily waited until they were alone again, apart from the wooden flasher in the ceiling.
‘Far too early to suggest anything like a Requiem Eucharist. Which, under the circs, would not have been exactly welcomed.’
‘So, did your response… differ in any way from the normal?’
Something here she wasn’t being told. Merrily looked for Sophie’s eyes but they were lowered over her feta cheese salad.
‘I may have formed the impression that, rather than arranging a delicate parting of the ways, I was being asked to bless a… oh God… a continuing relationship? She was saying Alys Nott was with us in that room. The dent in the pillow. The chair which, shortly after I’d stood up, creaked, as if someone else had sat down…’
‘Eerie.’
‘I need to see her again, don’t I?’
‘I think not, Merrily.’ Sophie still didn’t look up. ‘The Bishop happened to be there when I was dealing with the call and asked me what it was about. His opinion was that this was somethingin which, ah… in which it was better that Deliverance should not be involved.’
‘Bernie said that? Better for whom?’
‘Better for you, certainly. Better for Ms Merchant, in the long term. And – presumably – better
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