they have not spoken since the night before.
âThe solicitor doesnât know for certain,â Susan tells him, âbut he thinks it could be her. Sheâs got nothing that proves it â no documents or anything. And sheâs changed her name â Carly something or other, he said. But she says sheâs Karen.â
âWhat do you mean she says sheâs Karen? Anybody could turn up and...â
âHold on, Ed.â Susanâs voice is remarkably even. âShe says sheâs Karen and he says she seems to have a ... a surface knowledge at least about the family.â
âOh?â
âYou know â names, important dates, that sort of thing. She knows all that. And Mr Hamilton, Howard, says thereâs a certain resemblance. Going by the photograph I gave him, anyway.â
âOh.â
âAnd anyway, Ed, thereâd be no real reason for an impostor to turn up â you know Howard worded the notice so there was no mention of any inheritance. She doesnât even know about the money yet.â
âWell, she mightnât know, but itâd be easy enough to guess, wouldnât it. Why else...â
She switches the phone to her other ear. Takes her time.
âHello...? Susy? Are you there?â
âSorry.â
âI just asked what happens next. What did he say? The solicitor. How do we find out for sure if itâs her?â
âI meet her.â
âShit.â she can hear his indrawn breath, can imagine his sudden realisation.
âListen Suse, donât you think it might be best if we got an independent solicitor? Iâve got nothing against this bloke, but heâs not ours. I know that Derek knows someone good, and Iâve a few clients whoâd be happy to take it on. Maybe we could set up a meeting between the solicitor and this Carly woman and me. Keep you right out of it.â
âEd,â Susanâs voice is firm, her back straight. âIâm meeting her. Alone. Sheâs my sister.â
Her sister.
Ed
Ed watches the five oâclock news with his parents. Thereâs an old clip of Ronald Reagan, standing behind a podium somewhere, answering questions easily, smiling his affable smile. âThank Christ heâs gone,â Ed comments at the end of the report. âJesus. Just imagine â the fate of the free world was in that halfwitâs hands. A bloody movie star. Says something about America, doesnât it?â
âSays what, exactly, son?â His father doesnât take his eyes from the screen, doesnât wait for an answer. âAll that education, and youâve still got no bloody idea.â Ed opens his mouth, but closes it again. His fatherâs a good man, and an intelligent man, but not terribly sophisticated when it comes to politics. Heâs not exactly right wing, but heâs certainly no leftie. Thereâs no point in arguing. Susan looks up from the card game sheâs playing with Stella and Mitchell and catches his eye, smiles sympathetically.
His mother gets to her feet. âWell,â she says with a little sigh, âIâd best start serving out. The meal wonât put itself on the table, will it?â Thereâs no answer to this, they all knowbetter. âIâll be needing you shortly, Ed,â his mother murmurs as she makes her way to the kitchen, âfor the carving.â
Ed always enjoys this fortnightly meal with his mother and father. He feels guilty that he doesnât have more time to spend with his parents, despite living nearby. He does speak to them on the phone during the week, and occasionally calls in for Saturday brunch after his morning surf with Derek, but worries that this isnât really enough, that they would like to see more of him and the kids, that the fortnightly visit smacks of tokenism, of a duty discharged. His parents never complain â of course â and they seem to be keeping
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