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her lips meant she was also, maybe, possibly glad about the revelation. He was unsure.
She didn’t look up, “Yes, okay, thanks for everything.” It was sincere but she was distracted.
Maybe, just maybe, he thought, “If you want help finding your sister I am at your disposal.”
“Hmm?” She looked up at him, the colour coming back to her face.
“We can still share a meal and talk about your sister. Maybe you’ll remember something.”
But she was too distracted and waved him away, “Yeah okay.”
Sophie was thinking, processing. It was something else to hate her mother for not telling her she had a sister. It should be easy enough to get records but past records wouldn’t tell her anything about Sydney now. Did she even want to know or go back to being ignorant of anymore family? Sophie wasn’t sure she wanted to find out but someone did want her to know but whom? It was more than a photo; it was a message with a multitude of possible meanings. Did Sydney get a copy as well?
Oliver could see her mind working; he kissed the top of her head, ecstatic at the prospect of spending time with her even if it meant using the estranged twin as an excuse. “I’ll ring you,” he said and the door closed behind him.
It was several minutes later that she looked up to find Oliver gone, a vague recollection of what went on after he handed her the photo. Did he kiss the top of her head? Did she say she would go out with him?
There was no need to worry about these things, at least for the moment, she thought looking at the envelope. She has work to do and it was not finding her mum to ask about a sister she had not known.
Chapter 6: Old Man in the Park
The British Library hummed with people this morning. School groups of children clumped behind their teachers, constantly being shushed. Their energy couldn’t be restrained; even a trip to the library seemed exciting to them, or more likely, being out of class. Sophie envied them and she couldn’t say that she remembered ever being as excited about anything as they were.
Dropping her returns, she set off towards the shelves without any particular book in mind. Book after book, she searched for anything that appealed but she wasn’t in the mood really to search. She kept looking over her shoulder, expecting to see someone that looks like her watching, unable to concentrate. She had been looking forward to being back in her favourite place in London but she was too distracted to enjoy it, finding it difficult to settle on even one book in contrast to the ten that she returned. Who left the photo?
The one thing she could say about running into Oliver is, despite his suspicions, she also confirmed that he didn’t think they were valid without a confession she wouldn’t give.
Coming across some romance novels, she pulled one of the paperbacks and sat at a table. The cover had a handsome pirate with long dark hair, shirt open to the waist and the woman clinging to him, mouth open beckoning to be kissed.
Thirty pages in, she wondered if anyone had drama like this in real life. A young woman, kidnapped from her wealthy family by a pirate when another notorious pirate rescues her and she becomes Kate from Taming of the Shrew. There was a lot of drama to stir the emotions in these novels. If she compared to her own dreary life it seemed exciting until Oliver showed up and now there was more excitement than she could deal with. She tossed the book across the table frustrated, drumming her fingers on the table, looking around. Who knew where Sophie lived and would have access to such a photo?
Staring again at the front of the book, she speculated, sliding it back towards her and flipping through the pages looking for the lovemaking, just out of curiosity. When she finally found the sex, there was so little detail that Sophie felt like she had actually learned very little. Of course, if she wanted to
She didn’t look up, “Yes, okay, thanks for everything.” It was sincere but she was distracted.
Maybe, just maybe, he thought, “If you want help finding your sister I am at your disposal.”
“Hmm?” She looked up at him, the colour coming back to her face.
“We can still share a meal and talk about your sister. Maybe you’ll remember something.”
But she was too distracted and waved him away, “Yeah okay.”
Sophie was thinking, processing. It was something else to hate her mother for not telling her she had a sister. It should be easy enough to get records but past records wouldn’t tell her anything about Sydney now. Did she even want to know or go back to being ignorant of anymore family? Sophie wasn’t sure she wanted to find out but someone did want her to know but whom? It was more than a photo; it was a message with a multitude of possible meanings. Did Sydney get a copy as well?
Oliver could see her mind working; he kissed the top of her head, ecstatic at the prospect of spending time with her even if it meant using the estranged twin as an excuse. “I’ll ring you,” he said and the door closed behind him.
It was several minutes later that she looked up to find Oliver gone, a vague recollection of what went on after he handed her the photo. Did he kiss the top of her head? Did she say she would go out with him?
There was no need to worry about these things, at least for the moment, she thought looking at the envelope. She has work to do and it was not finding her mum to ask about a sister she had not known.
Chapter 6: Old Man in the Park
The British Library hummed with people this morning. School groups of children clumped behind their teachers, constantly being shushed. Their energy couldn’t be restrained; even a trip to the library seemed exciting to them, or more likely, being out of class. Sophie envied them and she couldn’t say that she remembered ever being as excited about anything as they were.
Dropping her returns, she set off towards the shelves without any particular book in mind. Book after book, she searched for anything that appealed but she wasn’t in the mood really to search. She kept looking over her shoulder, expecting to see someone that looks like her watching, unable to concentrate. She had been looking forward to being back in her favourite place in London but she was too distracted to enjoy it, finding it difficult to settle on even one book in contrast to the ten that she returned. Who left the photo?
The one thing she could say about running into Oliver is, despite his suspicions, she also confirmed that he didn’t think they were valid without a confession she wouldn’t give.
Coming across some romance novels, she pulled one of the paperbacks and sat at a table. The cover had a handsome pirate with long dark hair, shirt open to the waist and the woman clinging to him, mouth open beckoning to be kissed.
Thirty pages in, she wondered if anyone had drama like this in real life. A young woman, kidnapped from her wealthy family by a pirate when another notorious pirate rescues her and she becomes Kate from Taming of the Shrew. There was a lot of drama to stir the emotions in these novels. If she compared to her own dreary life it seemed exciting until Oliver showed up and now there was more excitement than she could deal with. She tossed the book across the table frustrated, drumming her fingers on the table, looking around. Who knew where Sophie lived and would have access to such a photo?
Staring again at the front of the book, she speculated, sliding it back towards her and flipping through the pages looking for the lovemaking, just out of curiosity. When she finally found the sex, there was so little detail that Sophie felt like she had actually learned very little. Of course, if she wanted to
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