Canarino. Katherine Bucknell

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      ‘I’m not worried about that just now, Hope.’ Elizabeth stood up. Over Hope’s head she spotted a crooked painting and she walked away to straighten it.

      ‘What about our toys?’ Hope called out to her back.

      ‘Okay, Hope. Okay.’ Elizabeth leaned back on one heel and squinted at the painting, a whaling ship abandoned in crumpled pack ice in the Bering Sea. ‘Let’s go upstairs. There are some toys you can play with. Nice new ones, up in the nursery. And you have a darling little bedroom to sleep in tonight. Would you like to see that?’

      Hope shrugged. She seemed to feel that there was no winning with her mother, but she wasn’t giving in. She was going to wait and see.

      On the way back to the big central hall, Gordon spotted a door they hadn’t opened yet.

      ‘I want to see in there, Mummy,’ he cried, pointing.

      ‘We will.’ Elizabeth felt slightly out of breath. She dropped her voice, trying to reel the children in, cooing, ‘There’s lots you haven’t seen yet, the library, the music room, the kitchen and the little dining-room. All the staff quarters and the offices. There’s plenty of time.’

      But he had already opened it.

      ‘This one’s empty, Mummy!’ He disappeared through the door. Hope ran after him.

      Elizabeth waited, in mid-stride toward the hall.

      They reappeared at the door.

      ‘It’s a nice big one,’ Hope said. ‘It has a brown carpet, and there’s lots of room in it.’

      ‘The carpet’s supposed to be beige,’ Elizabeth said testily.

      ‘Don’t worry, Mummy,’ said Gordon. ‘It is beige. We had that color at home. It’s the same. Hope doesn’t know the name. Come look.’

      Elizabeth resigned herself. She went to the door and craned her neck around it. The room was paneled in walnut, just as she had instructed, and the carpet was beige. There were built-in bookcases and a big fieldstone fireplace and beige Venetian blinds overhung with beige raw silk Roman blinds in the windows. Otherwise the room was empty.

      Hope said, ‘This is Daddy’s study.’

      Elizabeth eyed her. Of course Hope was right. It was completely obvious. And, to Elizabeth, it was terrifying. She was in her children’s hands; they knew enough to expose her entirely.

      ‘Why doesn’t Daddy have anything?’ Hope asked.

      ‘Daddy’s things will come in plenty of time,’ Elizabeth replied firmly.

      Upstairs, Norma was unpacking the children’s bags. She had laid Gordon’s clothes out in neat piles on top of the red-piped, dark blue bedspread on his bed.

      ‘I know you’d like to say, Mrs Judd, how you want the drawers arranged. I haven’t put anything away yet, nor in Hopie’s little room either. It’s just the summer things?’

      Elizabeth took a deep breath, then she put her pale hands to her forehead. Just the summer things? Was Norma going to question her, too? After a moment, she dragged her hands back across her temples, curling the thick strands of her hair around her ears and then down toward her shoulders.

      ‘Just do the same as at home, Norma. Underwear and pyjamas in the top drawers, then the polo shirts. Shorts in the bottom drawer. Trousers and long-sleeved shirts you should hang up.’

      ‘Yes, Mrs Judd, I remember.’ Norma was already opening the top drawer. ‘I’ll just get on with it, then, shall I? I expect the children will be feeling quite tired by now. How shall I order their tea? Or will they be having anything more?’

      Norma was quickly setting the little stacks into the drawers, smoothing them smartly, snapping the drawers shut with her strong, jiggly-fleshed arms.

      ‘Don’t bang the drawers, Norma.’

      ‘No, Mrs Judd.’ Norma didn’t look up.

      ‘I’ve had them painted by hand, the soldiers. And the chairs and the bed in Hope’s room are handpainted, too.’

      ‘Yes, Mrs Judd.’

      Norma hung up a few small items in the walk-in closet, and then she shut Gordon’s suitcase and disappeared with it inside the closet behind the clothes.

      When she came out, she said, ‘Where are the children, Mrs Judd, if you’ll excuse me?’

      Elizabeth had gone into Gordon’s blue-and-white-checked bathroom to look at his linen; she didn’t hear.

      Norma refrained from clucking. She went straight out the bedroom door calling their names. ‘Gordo! Hopie!’

      It’ll take me days to learn this house, she was thinking. I’ve no idea of the trouble they can find. They’ll have to mind me. And they will, too. They’re not bad children, those two. But anyone can make mistakes in a new place.

      Sure enough, Hopie set up a wail all of a sudden in the very next room.

      ‘How do you know it’s for you? I want to ride it, too! You have to share! You’re horrible!’

      It was all about a rocking horse.

      ‘Isn’t that lovely!’ Norma sang, finding her way into the nursery. ‘What lucky children you are to have such a shiny gray horse! Do you know what these are called, these spots at the back, when they’re on a horse?’

      They stopped fighting; they knew they could count on Norma to sort it out. Norma was good at being fair.

      ‘I don’t know what the spots are called.’ Hope sidled up to be caressed.

      Norma looked at Gordon, giving him time. He was silent.

      Then Norma said cheerfully, stroking Hope’s back, ‘You children have some things to learn about horses this summer, don’t you—if you’re to catch up with your mummy? She loves horses, doesn’t she? These are dapples, these spots. This horse is a dapple gray. By the look of him, he’s antique, so you’d best find something else to fight over. Don’t be spoiling this horse.’

      Norma looked around. ‘There’s plenty here. Look at this farm. Gorgeous, isn’t it? And we can build it how we like, and make it look exactly like your mummy’s new farm we’ve just come to. Oh, and Noah’s Ark! Look at that! That’s a special one, too.’ Her voice fell a little. ‘You’d better be careful not to touch those animals.’

      What’s wrong with bloody plastic? Norma was thinking. Out loud she said, ‘I’ll ask your mummy if the secretary can order a few more things for you tomorrow, that you can play a bit freer with. I’m sure there’s space for more toys.’

      They concentrated on setting up the farm for a few minutes. Gordon drove the tractor up and down the brown driveway that was painted onto the green board fields. He buzzed his lips for the sound of the engine until spit ran down his chin. Hope set up horses in groups of three on another board field: a mother, a father, a baby. There were no brother or sister horses. Norma arranged СКАЧАТЬ