window. She even got a pair of binoculars out of her bag for a better look at the cliffs and lighthouse.”
“Certainly the room sounds ideal.” Hyacinth reached in her bag for another pen.
“In every way! Within easy hearing distance-immediately over Ben’s and my room. I was determined to make the best of everything, and I am sure Magdalene was equally determined on making a valiant effort to like me…”
Magdalene told me my rust skirt and blouse suited me better than the pin-striped suit; she would take up the skirt hem. Had I ever thought of having my hair cut short and permed?
On his return from London, Ben entered the kitchen with a smile on his face and a bunch of daffodils in his hand. Magdalene spilled her cup of tea at the sight of him; her pinched face tightened, her eyes brimmed with tears. Ben stood absolutely still, coat hanging open, briefcase dangling from one hand, the daffs from the other, until she crossed the floor to him, arms extended.
I took the briefcase and the flowers and nobody noticed. Ben picked up his mother so her feet hung inches above the floor and smiled down into her face.
“Where the hell have you been, Mum? I’ve been worried to death about you. This afternoon I staged a sit-in at Scotland Yard, until I finally got someone to listen to my story about your disappearance. Now I’ll have to get in touch and tell them they can get back to their filing.”
He’d never said a word to me about going to Scotland Yard, which was exceptionally dear of him. He hadn’t wanted me to get panicky. For weeks he’d been telling me he had no doubts at all that his mother was safe and well.
“I couldn’t write to you, son. You would have read between the lines. It was easier with Paris; I didn’t get teary and smudge the postcards. One of the nuns posted them for me when she went to different towns on business.” Magdalene broke off as Ben set her down. “That’s right, let me look at you, son. Oh my, you don’t look well. Are you sure you’ve been getting enough sleep?”
“Plenty.” He eased out of his coat. Feeling like a coat-rack, I took hold of it, shifting the flowers and the briefcase to my other hand. “But you could be right, Mum, about the way I look; I have been overdoing it a bit. These last few days I’ve had this damn sore finger, and all the way home on the train it’s been throbbing to beat the band.”
He held out his hand to her, and I could see the finger was very inflamed. I started to speak Dr. Melrose’s name, but was drowned out by Magdalene pulling a chair away from the kitchen table and ordering Ben to sit down. It was decidedly touching the way he smiled up at her.
“You shouldn’t have gone to London, son; all that way in a bumpy train and then breathing in that sooty station air.” Magdalene smoothed back Ben’s curls from his forehead and cradled his hand in hers.
“I believe soot-or rather, a speck of coal-may have been the cause of the infection.” Ben patted a chair for me to join them. “Remember the other day when I was bringing up coal for your bedroom fire, Ellie?”
It was evening, not day, and couldn’t he have said I was confined to bed with a cold, so as not to make it sound like I had lolled in bed with chocs and a book while he rushed up and down the stairs with coal buckets?
“A little bit of coal dust shouldn’t have done this, son.”
“Not of itself, Mum.” Ben took his finger back. “But Ellie’s cat had just scratched me.”
What a rotten sneak! I dropped the daffs, the briefcase, and Ben’s coat on the table in that order.
“And the animal is still running loose about the place?” Magdalene’s sparrow eyes lit on me. Ben gave his finger back to her and gravely watched her turn it. Not, it would seem from his yelp, quite gently enough.
“Careful, Mum! I can’t afford to become incapacitated, with the restaurant opening in
And sterilize your hands in boiling water before each use, I thought.
“You should have stayed in bed today, son, and had the doctor. I’m sure Giselle wouldn’t have begrudged taking her turn waiting on you.”
“Of course she wouldn’t.” My husband swept me into an embracive smile. “But, Mum, when I tell you who it was I met in London today you will be glad I went. Remember Angelica Evangeline Brady, the gorgeous girl who lived at the house on the corner?” Ben outlined the gorgeous parts with his hands. “Well, get this for coincidence.” He gripped the table with his good hand and rocked back in his chair. “She is the editor who is working on my book.”
“
“Ellie, she never signed herself Mr., you added that bit.”
I did hope in his enthusiasm that he didn’t rock himself off the chair; I might accidentally step on his finger.
Hair wisping about her face like bird down, Magdalene clasped her hands. Was she praying there was still time to get her son’s unfortunate marriage annulled?
“Beautiful Angie Brady? She was utterly heartbroken when you went to study in France. Sid Fowler had to take the poor girl out and about to console her.”
“Decent of him.” Ben quirked an eyebrow at me. “Mum, did Ellie tell you that good old Sid is now living down here?”
“No.” A change came over Magdalene’s face, but I didn’t analyse it. I moved behind Ben so he couldn’t analyse mine. Holding the back of the chair I asked in an even voice, “Sweetheart, when did you first know that A.E.B. was an old flame?”
He tipped a little further back, head resting against me, an uninjured finger sidling up my arm. “A few weeks ago. I’m
“No, you didn’t.” I released the chair.
“Far too small a point to call me on, Ellie.” Ben braced himself on the table with his elbows and stood. The set of his shoulders said, Not in front of Mum, Ellie. And my inner voice intoned, A good wife doesn’t object to a bit of deceit by default now and then. After all, I had known, on overhearing that pre-Christmas conversation between Ben and Freddy that things were being kept from me-for my own good.
Magdalene picked up the kettle. “If I’m interfering, tell me-but I’ve always believed that a couple’s lives prior to marriage are their own.”
Ben’s blue-green gaze brushed mine. “Ellie and I concur completely.”
What an incredibly vicious thing to say! Strangled by words I dare not say, I backed with outward casualness toward the hall door. This man, to whom I had bared my soul, knew full well that I had not indulged in “life prior to marriage.” The handsome lad who had serenaded outside my bedroom window one winter night didn’t count. It had been the wrong window. I willed Ben to look at me, to see the anguish in my eyes, but he was donning an apron, urging his mother to tell all while he got dinner, with one hand behind his back.
“Ellie, will you pour the three of us a sherry?”
I pried myself off the doorknob, but Magdalene didn’t want a drink, and Ben said it being a special occasion he would join her in not having one.
“Then if you will both excuse me, I will go and check Tobias’s medical file and see if he is prone to rabies.” My voice wobbled, but it didn’t matter. Mother and son were deep in reminiscences.
As I closed the door behind me, I heard Magdalene say, “She seems a decent enough sort of girl, son. I suppose you might have done rather worse these days. She could even be pretty if only she’d do something about her weight.”
I seethed all the way upstairs, flung open the bedroom door, and stared myself down in the full-length mirror. The scales kept saying I was losing weight but I didn’t believe them. They were a popular brand. Could they be both popular and truthful? Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fattest of them all? Surprisingly my blouse and skirt still fit, but I had bought them big so I could wallow around inside and feel extra virtuous. Time to cut back on calories.
Flopped out on the bed, I contemplated telephoning Dorcas and begging her to get herself and Jonas on a plane. Oh, to hear her dear voice saying something wonderfully bracing like, Men will be goats, now and then. But I didn’t want Dorcas unhappy, which she would be if she guessed my fear. Was it over-that lovely early glow of our marriage? The cherished belief in Happy Ever After? I had been so sure that marriage was like a diet-you worked at it following the rules of diligence, perseverance, and restraint-it worked.
Ben came into the bedroom about five minutes later. I was back in front of the mirror, head tilted to one side,
