Picture Perfect. Kate Forster

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      Within minutes Zoe texted back.

      Ha. Now you know how your fans feel after they’ve met you. PS: I’m really grateful, is he okay?

      Maggie looked at the overflowing bin and sighed.

      Fine. He’s just a bit of a disappointment. I thought he would be nicer. TTYL

      Zoe’s text came flying back.

      WDYM? He’s TOO nice, that’s his problem.

      Maggie heard Hugh’s footsteps and slipped her phone into her pocket.

      ‘I’m somewhat more sober and now desperate for a fry-up,’ he said as he walked into the room, in jeans, sneakers and a surprisingly nice white shirt.

      It was the sort of shirt that a woman would buy a man, well cut, in beautiful cotton that would only look better with age.

      Had Simone bought him that shirt? Maggie found herself wondering as she followed him out of the house. She almost felt like she knew the woman as a sort of friend, except she was dead and everything Maggie knew about her she had learned from a book.

      ‘You’ll have to drive because I can’t get the hang of driving on the other side of the road here,’ he said, as he stood next to her car.

      ‘And because you shouldn’t drive drunk,’ said Maggie as she opened the car.

      ‘Just for the record, I would never drink and drive,’ Hugh said. ‘I may want to kill myself, but I have no plans to kill anyone else.’

      ‘That’s good to know,’ she said sarcastically. ‘I’m sure your legion of fans will be thrilled to know their lives are safe.’

      Hugh was staring out the window and the car filled with an uncomfortable silence.

      How could the man who wrote the most beautiful book in the world be such an angry, ungrateful person? Where was the man who nursed his beloved wife for two years until she died in his arms?

      Maggie had thought Hugh Cavell was perfect and now the realization that he was broken and bitter felt like a punch to the stomach.

      Hugh cleared his throat and then he spoke. ‘I read my fan mail, all of it, and most of it’s very nice, very thoughtful. But I don’t keep it, like I didn’t keep the condolence notes after Simone died, they’re not something you want to read over and over again.’

      Maggie stayed silent, feeling like he hadn’t finished.

      ‘But it’s more than that. I’m waiting for someone to recognize the truth about what I wrote, to see what lies beneath the words, but no one does, everyone takes it at face value and you, Maggie Hall, know more than anyone that it’s dangerous to think anything is perfect, especially people.’

      She drove, grasping the steering wheel tightly. She did know what he was referring to; she had lived it every single day.

      Maybe he wasn’t so terrible after all, she thought, and she glanced at him smiling, only to see he had fallen asleep, with his mouth wide open like he was a small child.

       Chapter 6

      Elliot was still lying in bed when he heard his father calling his name from upstairs.

      ‘Maggie’s here to see you,’ his father yelled and Elliot groaned.

      The last thing he felt like was a lecture from Maggie about his lifestyle.

      Maggie had a way of getting to the heart of the matter. Elliot almost smiled at his own pun, but decided that would take too much effort.

      ‘Get up, you lazy ol’ porch dog,’ said Maggie in the thick southern accent that always made Elliot laugh.

      ‘Go away,’ he said, burrowing deeper under the covers.

      Light flooded in as Maggie flung open the blinds and pulled back the duvet.

      ‘Jesus, Maggie,’ Elliot said, sitting up abruptly and blinking at the day’s brightness.

      ‘Your scar looks intense,’ she said. ‘Very Sons of Anarchy.’

      Elliot looked down at the angry red scar running down the centre of his chest.

      ‘Did someone on Sons of Anarchy have a heart transplant? I must have missed that episode,’ he said as he stalked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

      ‘I’ll still be here when you get out, so be modest,’ she called as he closed the door.

      Maggie made the bed and opened a window to let out the smell of stale air. Why did men never open windows? She wondered, thinking of Hugh briefly.

      Glancing down at the desk, she saw a photograph of an Indian man, surrounded by genuflecting people, all in pink and red robes. She turned it over and read a note from Elliot’s mother, Linda.

       Guru Sam says you’re healed now, that he spoke to the Universe and it happened. BE grateful to him, we are fortunate to have him in our lives. Namaste Linda.

      Maggie rolled her eyes at the note. It wasn’t Guru Sam that saved Elliot’s life, it was the donor and the doctors, she thought angrily.

      Linda had been missing in action for ten years and now she thought she had the right to send Elliot a note telling him to be grateful?

      If Maggie was still Elliot’s stepmother, she would tell Will to intercept any communication at all from his first wife, but that wasn’t her role any more.

      She moved about the room, picking up dirty clothes. Clearly Elliot wasn’t letting the housekeeper down here to do her job, she thought, as she made neat piles of the books he had been reading. She turned one over in her hand, Scriptwriting for Dummies, the same book as Hugh, she thought briefly and she put it on top of a book on writing your life story. Frowning, she checked the other books, all of them to do with writing of some sort.

      Unopened letters from Berkeley sat on the table and Maggie resisted the urge to open them, as she heard the shower turn off.

      Grabbing a film magazine from the bedside table, she sat on his made bed and leafed through it casually.

      ‘Apparently your dad and I were the greatest couple since Liz and Dick,’ she said, holding up the magazine for him to see the shot of her and Will attending the Oscars years before.

      ‘Yeah, but they didn’t have to listen to the fighting.’ Elliot had pulled on what she hoped was a clean T-shirt and boxer shorts.

      ‘True,’ said Maggie with a wry smile and she reached down to her handbag. ‘Here,’ she said, and threw a disc at him.

      ‘What is it?’ he turned it over in his hand.

      ‘The first cut of the next James Bond. Don’t tell anyone, and don’t share it,’ she said firmly.

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