Christmas Magic. Cathy Kelly

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      Ben Cohen, who treated his grandmother with respect but never told her what was in his heart exactly, told Genevieve about falling in love with Lori, about their infertility treatments and about finding all the bottles.

      Genevieve, who had never confided to a single person in her life apart from Dolores, whom she tried to protect, told him about the look of pity in Sybil’s face when Genevieve had talked about Mrs Malone.

      ‘Sybil knows and she pities us,’ Genevieve said. ‘She knows the two of us are prisoners here, even if Mother is dead. She doesn’t think we’ll ever go to Italy with her.

      ‘The book and Sybil, it’s made me see it all differently now: the past, that is. I never married or went off around the world. I should have.’

      Ben looked at her face, pale now with pain, but still warm and lively for all the signs of age. He could tell she had probably been a beauty when she was younger, with those high cheekbones and the fine arched brows. He saw suddenly that she was still beautiful. He’d never seen it before when they’d made small talk in the lane. But then, he’d never seen the truth about his beloved Lori either.

      ‘It’s not too late,’ he said suddenly. And he wasn’t just talking about a trip to Italy.

      ‘Do you think?’ said Genevieve.

      ‘It’s not too late for either of us,’ Ben said. ‘You should tell Sybil you’ll go, both of you. I could mind the dogs for you.’

      Genevieve’s eyes filled with tears, but they weren’t sad tears. They were tears with hope in them, hope for a new life because it was never too late.

      ‘Thank you, Ben,’ she said.

      He helped her up the stairs to bed and placed a kiss on her warm papery cheek.

      ‘Maybe you’d come in over Christmas for a –’ Genevieve paused. ‘Some tea and more mince pies?’

      ‘I’d like that,’ said Ben. He meant it.

      He went home and got into his cold bed. He tried Lori’s phone again, and this time she answered.

      ‘Darling!’ she said, her voice clearly telling him all he needed to know.

      ‘How many have you had?’ he asked sadly.

      ‘Three. Honestly. I didn’t want to, I wanted to come home and explain about the bottles. You see, Scarlett at work had a party when Marcus was away, and she needed somewhere to put them because he hates her partying, so we stuck them in my car, and I forgot to get rid—’

      ‘Stop.’

      ‘No honestly—’

      ‘Stop. No excuses, Lori. I get it. Finally.’ He was more forcible this time.

      This was no time to make plans or tell her of discussions they needed to have. That would have to wait until tomorrow when she was sober. He had met plenty of alcoholics over the years. He had never thought Lori would fit into that category.

      ‘Can you get a taxi and come home?’

      ‘Well,’ she sounded so unsure then, almost childlike now that the anticipated scolding hadn’t materialised. ‘I suppose I could,’ she said.

      ‘Do it now. If you’ve no money, tell the driver I have and I’ll pay him. I’ll put you to bed and we’ll start again in the morning.’

      She began to cry then, noisy sobs. ‘I thought you’d be so angry with me. I don’t mean to. I tell myself I’ll just have one and then –’

      ‘It’s OK,’ he said softly. ‘Just come home, love. We’ll start again. We’ll get you into rehab, whatever it takes. It’s never too late.’

      There was more noise and muffled voices, then a car door slamming.

      ‘I’m in the taxi,’ Lori said. ‘I’m coming home.’

      ‘See you in a little while, Lori,’ said Ben.

      He hung up and walked upstairs to where he could overlook Genevieve and Dolores’ garden with the little grouping of ancient trees sending spindly, bare branches up into the night sky.

      What he and Genevieve had talked about that night was true, he knew. It was never too late.

      Dolores didn’t like going away when the daffodils were still out.

      ‘And what about the slugs?’ she wanted to know. The garden would be ravaged by them.

      Genevieve had heard variations on this theme every week since they’d booked the holiday with Sybil to Italy.

      ‘There’s no right time to go away,’ she told her sister now, looking up from her final checklist regarding passports, photocopies of passports, tickets and money. The taxi was coming in an hour to take them and Sybil to the airport. ‘We have to trust that this is the right time for us, Dolores. It’s going to be marvellous.’

      ‘What if something goes wrong?’ said Dolores, looking up at her sister with beseeching eyes like the dogs’.

      ‘Sybil has travelled the world,’ Genevieve said firmly. ‘She’ll know what to do if something goes wrong.’

      ‘The problem with Sybil is that I think she’d quite like something to go wrong,’ fretted Dolores. ‘She’s far too fond of adventure.’

      Genevieve laughed. ‘I’d quite like an adventure myself.’

      Seeing the alarm in her sister’s eyes, she immediately pointed out that if anything went wrong, they could phone Ben and he’d sort it out.

      ‘Yes, Ben’s so good to us,’ Dolores muttered, mantra-like, ‘taking care of the dogs for us. Pixie and Snowy love both Ben and Lori.’

      Genevieve knew that Lori found long walks therapeutic since she’d come out of rehab. She and Ben were looking forward to caring for the dogs and taking them for walks, although Genevieve explained that neither dog had ever had an actual long walk in their life.

      ‘We’ll take care of them,’ Ben had assured her the day before.

      There was a light in his eyes these days. It made Genevieve happy just to see it.

      When Genevieve and Dolores came back from their travels, he and Lori were going to Kerry for a few days’ holiday.

      ‘Lori wants to keep it simple,’ he explained to Genevieve. ‘We’ve never been to Kerry, so it’s not tinged by bad memories of the past. It’s hard for her, but she’s being so strong. And I’m happy no matter where we go, as long as she’s OK.’

      ‘She’ll be fine with you beside her,’ Genevieve said.

      ‘What about Dolores?’ he asked. ‘Is she still nervous about going away?’

      ‘Terribly,’ admitted Genevieve. ‘But СКАЧАТЬ