A Sudden Change of Heart. Barbara Taylor Bradford

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      ‘Like mother like daughter.’

      Claire merely smiled. ‘She’s a very special child, Laura, even though she’s mine and I shouldn’t say it. Nonetheless, she is special, sort of…well, magical.’

      ‘You may have lived on a battlefield, but you got something out of it, after all, didn’t you now?’

      ‘Yes, I certainly did. Natasha has made it all worthwhile…the spoils of war are veritable spoils indeed. She’s a jewel, and I love her dearly.’ Claire’s voice changed, became extremely tender, as she continued, ‘I don’t know what it’s all about, this world we live in, this life of mine, but whatever it’s about, my child has given my life whatever meaning it has. And she’s the best part of me. I thank God every day that I had her, and that I have her with me. She’s very caring of me, in a funny sort of way. Sometimes she behaves like the mother, treats me as if I’m the child.’

      ‘I’ve always thought she was an old soul,’ Laura murmured, and then ventured softly, ‘Does her father ever see her?’

      ‘No.’ Claire shook her head and grimaced. ‘Well, not very often. She doesn’t care anymore. She used to, of course, but she’s adjusted now.’ A small sigh escaped, and Claire added, ‘But I can’t fault him on the money. His cheques come every month, and he’s never missed a payment.’

      ‘I always thought he loved her,’ Laura murmured, and stopped abruptly when she saw Claire’s expression.

      ‘Mmmm.’ Claire twisted her martini glass by its delicate stem, the reflective look in place in her green eyes again. She gazed into her drink.

      Laura decided not to say anything else about Natasha’s father and his feelings for their child. It had always been a sore subject with Claire.

      A moment later, the room-service waiter materialized at the door. Laura went to let him in, and clearing her throat, remarked, ‘Here’s our dinner, Claire. Oh, should I order some wine?’

      Claire said, ‘I’ll have a glass of white wine with the fish, that’ll be nice, Laura, thanks.’

      After ordering the wine, Laura sat down at the table and turned her attention to the salad. The two friends ate in silence for a moment or two, until Laura said, ‘Did Hercule give you any idea about the price of his friend’s Renoir? Or rather, what she wanted?’

      ‘No, he didn’t, and to be truthful I’m not sure that he even knows.’

      ‘It won’t be cheap,’ Laura muttered, raising her eyes from her plate, staring at Claire. ‘A Renoir is a Renoir is a Renoir, to paraphrase Gertrude Stein.’

      ‘Well put. Listen, Hercule could be a good source for you. Many of his clients are art-collectors, and they might well have something they want to sell: that’s of interest to you, I mean, such as a Matisse or a Bonnard. You said your client craves these two artists.’

      ‘That’s right, and I have another who always says he’d give his right arm for a Gauguin, at least that’s the way he put it to me.’

      ‘Well, you know Hercule’s the great expert on Gauguin, so if there’s anything knocking around, he’d know. We should talk to him about it. Over the weekend. I’ll invite him to dinner one night.’

      ‘I like Hercule, and I enjoy talking to him about art. About anything for that matter. He’s very interesting.’

      ‘Great, I’ll ask him to come to dinner on Saturday.’ Claire put her fork down and leaned back. ‘I forgot to tell you, I saw Dylan a couple of weeks ago.’

      ‘Oh, and how is my baby brother?’ Laura asked, sounding surprised.

      ‘Recalcitrant, as usual, even a bit contentious, to be honest. He took me to dinner at Espadon. He was staying at the Ritz, and he seemed determined to pick a fight with one of the waiters. I felt a bit uncomfortable at first, but then he finally calmed down after I’d kicked him on the shin under the table, and punched his arm. I hate it when he picks on people who can’t answer back.’

      ‘What a pity he hasn’t outgrown that nasty little habit yet. Anyway, how’s he doing? Really? Mom constantly says he’s behaving himself at last, and that things are working out for him, but he’s always managed to pull the wool over her eyes, as you know.’

      ‘I think he is doing well, Laura, as surprising as that might sound to you. In a funny way, living in England has…what’s the phrase I’m looking for? It’s settled him down, yes, that’s it, and it’s sorted him out. I think he’s come into his own. He says he loves working on Time, and I believe him.’

      ‘That’s good to hear. But I bet his personal life’s a mess.’

      Claire grinned. ‘He says it’s a full-blown calamity, and I’m using his words. He told me his girlfriend Minerva has split, and he’s worried that she might be pregnant and is depriving him of his child. And his former girlfriend Nina is stalking him, he insists. He’s just met a new young woman, Inga, a Swede, and he was thinking of having her move in with him. Oh, and he’s bought a farm in Wales.’

      ‘Par for the course, all this,’ Laura said, and she couldn’t help laughing. ‘We were right, you and I, when we gave up on Dylan years ago. He’s just a bad boy, as Gran’s forever announcing. And you know the way he feels about us. He resents us and our friendship, yours and mine. He’s never forgiven us for sending him away when he was a little boy, cutting him out of our fun and games. Don’t forget that, and his tantrums. He’s all mixed up, that brother of mine.’

      ‘Aren’t we all?’ Claire eyed Laura carefully.

      ‘I guess so. The Valiants are probably as dysfunctional as any other family.’

      ‘Better not let Grandma Megan hear you say that, or she’ll have –’

      ‘My guts for garters, to quote dear old Gran,’ Laura said.

      ‘I’m glad you let me be part of it, though.’

      Laura gazed at Claire, her eyes quizzical. ‘What do you mean?’

      ‘Part of that dysfunctional, crazy, wonderful family of yours. Without the Valiants I might have turned out to be quite different.’

      ‘Sane for one thing.’

      ‘No, ordinary and dull.’

      ‘You ordinary and dull, never! You were born special, Claire, take my word for it. And I’m glad you were part of it, are part of it, part of us. You’ve brought a lot of wonderful stuff to the Valiants. And to me especially.’

      Laura awakened with a start.

      She was bathed in a cold sweat, and her nightgown was clinging to her body. Struggling up into a sitting position, she threw back the bedclothes and swung her feet to the floor, turning on the bedside lamp as she did.

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