TWENTY-SEVEN
Edith opened the door without interest, looking dully out into the corridor. Then she saw Charlie and started back. She couldn’t make the words and so she just stood there, shaking her head in disbelief.
‘Hello,’ he said.
‘Oh, Charlie … Charlie,’ she said and all the feelings of the previous days overflowed and she burst into tears.
He came into the room, holding his arms out to her and she clung to him so desperately that he could feel her fingers bruising into his back. He held her as tightly, stroking her hair and her shoulders, trying to calm her, but she couldn’t stop, huge sobs racking through her.
Her face muffled into his shoulder, she just kept repeating ‘Charlie, oh, Charlie’ and he felt her groping at him, needing the physical reassurance of his body.
‘It’s all right, Edith,’ he said, soothingly. ‘It’s over. All over.’
She wept on and Charlie let her cry, knowing she had to wash the fear and anxiety out of herself. She’d suffered far more than he had, he realised. But he’d make her forget, eventually. Certainly she’d never suffer again, he determined. Never.
Gently he moved her sideways, so they could both sit on the edge of the bed. The crying was becoming less hysterical, he recognised.
‘Over, Edith,’ he repeated. ‘All over.’
It still seemed a long time before she had recovered sufficiently to pull away from him. Her eyes were red and sore and her nose had run. Lovingly, he dried her face. The breath was still jumping unevenly through her, so that her shoulders kept shaking.
‘Please kiss me,’ she said.
Gently he leaned forward, putting his lips to hers, but when she tried to pull close to him, dragging his mouth towards her in a sudden frenzy, her breath caught again and she had to jerk away, gasping a mixture of laughter and fresh tears.
He put his hands out, holding her face, so she wouldn’t collapse.
‘Stop it,’ he said curtly. ‘Stop it, Edith.’
She bit against the emotion, lips tightly closed.
‘I’m all right now,’ she said, after a while. Still he held her, bringing her forward and lightly kissing her forehead.
‘I love you, Edith,’ he said.
She smiled up at him, remembering the promise.
‘I was so frightened, Charlie,’ she said. ‘I thought I’d lost you.’
He shook his head.
‘They made too many mistakes,’ he said.
‘You were lucky.’
‘Yes,’ he agreed seriously. ‘They reacted exactly as I thought they would.’
‘Let’s hide somewhere, Charlie. Somewhere they will never find us.’
‘We’ll hide,’ he said. ‘They’ll never get this close again.’
‘Charlie.’
‘What?’
‘Make love to me, Charlie. It’s been so long.’
Her breath didn’t catch and they kissed open-mouthed, trying at the same time to pull the clothes away from each other in urgent tugging movements. They couldn’t do it, so they parted briefly, clawing the covering away and then snatched, one for the other, falling back on to the dishevelled bed. The fear that Charlie had kept so tightly controlled surged through him, so that he shuddered as deeply as Edith had done when she’d first seen him and he clung desperately to her, needing the comfort of her body that she’d felt for his earlier. But not sexually, he realised, in sudden, horrified awareness. He crouched over her, flaccid and unresponsive, head buried into her shoulder.
‘I
‘It doesn’t matter.’
‘Help me to do it.’
‘It won’t work, Charlie. Not now.’
‘Please.’
‘Later, Charlie. It will be better later.’
He toppled sideways, head still into her shoulder so that he couldn’t look at her.
‘Oh, God, I’m sorry,’ he said.
She lay, gently stroking his back. Conscious of how cold he was, she tugged the blanket over them. Because of the confused way they were lying, their legs protruded from the bottom.
‘I’m glad,’ she said.
He pulled slightly away, still not looking at her.
‘Glad?’he said.
‘Glad to know you were as scared as me.’
He burrowed into the blanket.
‘I was scared,’ he admitted, quietly. ‘Very scared.’
‘And now it’s over. For both of us,’ she reminded him.
He laughed, an uncertain sound.
‘What?’ she asked.
‘It was supposed to be me, comforting you,’ he said.
She pulled his head closer to her, so that his lips were near her breast.
‘We need each other very much, don’t we, Charlie?’ she said, happily.
‘Yes,’ he said.
‘I’m glad you love me, Charlie.’
‘Even though I can’t prove it?’
‘Don’t be silly.’
It was growing warm beneath the blanket.
‘Your trousers are puddled on the floor,’ she said. ‘They’re going to be very creased.’
‘They usually are,’ he said, sleepily.
‘Yes,’ she remembered, ‘they usually are. Don’t ever alter, will you, Charlie?’
He grunted and she felt his breath deepening against her.
‘I love you so much,’ she said softly, knowing he couldn’t hear her. ‘I love you so much.’
She trailed a finger over his cheek, smiling as he twitched at the irritation. It was so good to have him back, she thought. Completely.
It was an hour before he awakened and because he was clinging to her she felt the momentary tightening of his body, until the awareness of where he was registered.
‘Hello again,’ he said, relaxing.
‘Hello.’
‘Forgiven me?’
‘I told you not to be silly.’
He pulled himself close to the warmth of her body.
‘It’s good to be with you,’ he said.
‘Don’t ever go away again?’
‘Never,’ he said.
‘Can we leave, straight away?’
He shook his head.
