White. Rosie Thomas

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СКАЧАТЬ Everyone heard Caleb arriving and slamming the downstairs door.

      ‘Here they are.’

      ‘How wonderful it is to have all the family together.’

      ‘Let me get the glasses.’

      ‘So, Finch-bird. All ready for the off?’

      The youngest brother and his wife appeared, straight from the airport. Their six-year-old was with Jessica’s sister and Jessica carried the sleepy two-year-old in her arms. Jessica was the best-looking of the three wives. She had worked as a catwalk model in her twenties and before motherhood she had had a brief film career, now on hold, as she put it.

      ‘Here at last.’

      ‘Sorry we’re late, guys. Stacked, would you believe? Hi, Mommy. You look great.’

      ‘Can I make him up a little drink, Clare? If I read him a story he might just settle. He wouldn’t sleep on the flight, or I’d let him stay up with his gran …’

      ‘Give me a kiss. There.’

      ‘Do you want to put him down here, with his head on this cushion, darling? Or straight into bed downstairs? Hello, sweet. Are you Granny’s boy?’

      They’ve made the effort to come tonight, to give me a send-off, Finch reflected. It’s important for us, the way that birthdays and Christmases are in this family. It isn’t their fault that I would rather have slipped away quietly and held the reunion after I’ve done something worth remarking on instead of just having talked too much about it in advance.

      On the other side of the sofa arrangement Angus had launched into his speech. ‘… and so God bless you, Finch, and keep you safe,’ he determinedly finished.

      Everybody else made a show of raising their glasses and murmuring appropriately.

      ‘Wish I was going.’ Caleb grinned.

      Caleb, the closest to her who now lived the furthest away, had always been her favourite brother. She put her arm round him and pulled gently at his hair. ‘You go to enough exotic places. It’s definitely my turn.’

      Later, loosened up by the wine, they sat down to eat. The limed oak table made another small island in the big space. There was Scandinavian cutlery, and Italian glassware and French china, and outside the lights strung along the shoreline fractured the dark space of wind and water. As a little girl, Finch had always felt the stark contrast between the order and luxury within and the wilderness just inches beyond the glass. It had never felt like a comfortable house, for all its comforts. She was also aware that none of the others felt the same as she did. They all loved the family home. Marcus had even built himself one not dissimilar, a little further up the coast.

      Over the compote of winter fruits, Marcus wondered what the next family celebration would be. ‘When shall we nine all meet again?’ he said jovially.

      ‘Finch’s engagement party, I hope,’ Clare said.

      Finch put down her spoon. It made a clatter that she hadn’t intended. ‘Oh, please.’

      ‘I can wish to see my one girl safely married to a man who will make her happy, can’t I?’

      From a glance at their faces, Finch realised that Kitty had told Clare about her turning down Ralf. And Clare was smiling to mask her disappointment, but couldn’t resist an oblique mention of it. The conversation at the opposite end of the table faded away and everyone listened uneasily.

      ‘It isn’t what I want,’ Finch snapped.

      In the silence that followed she could have kicked herself for her touchiness, tonight of all nights. She should just have smiled and let it pass.

      Suzy would have advised: Say nothing, you dope. It’s way easier. Don’t you ever learn?

      Caleb put his hand over his sister’s. ‘Hey. Lighten up.’

      Finch collected herself. ‘I’m sorry. Really, I’m sorry. I know what you want for me and why you want it. I’m so pleased that we’re all together tonight. And seeing you all … maybe it makes me feel I should be settling down.’

      There was a little chorus of disbelief. After she qualified Finch had worked for a year in Asia and had travelled like a nomad. And once she had come back to live in Vancouver there had been the regular mountaineering expeditions. Except for Clare, they accepted that that was the way Finch lived.

      Angus said, ‘We all liked Ralf, you know. We’d have been glad if you had chosen him, but as you didn’t – well, that’s fine too.’

      From down the table Kitty silently signalled her apology to Finch for unleashing all this.

      ‘You’ve got plenty of time, darling,’ Clare said. ‘You go and climb Everest …’

      ‘I’m not going all the way. I’m only supporting the serious mountaineers.’

      ‘Do you think we believe that?’ Caleb laughed.

      ‘… and then come home. And after that, maybe you’ll be ready.’

      Suzy: For the serious business of life.

      And Finch thought she heard her friend saying that straight.

      Maybe, she silently rejoined. Maybe I can only find that out by going.

      There was, after all, some buried instinct stirring in her, making her dream at the deepest level of something that the rest of her life appeared to deny. If there had not been, then she would not have chosen to join this expedition, this particular one of so many.

      ‘Who is taking you to the airport tomorrow?’ Angus was asking. ‘Your mother and I would like to, you know that.’

      ‘Dennis is,’ Finch said firmly. ‘We will have some last-minute things to settle. Patients, management, bits of business.’

      Dennis Frame was Finch’s medical partner. She had known him since high school and after Suzy he was her closest friend.

      ‘I was, in fact, the very last child in the world to be named Dennis,’ he said, but he refused to answer to Den or Denny. He was tolerant, slightly introspective, and gay. Finch greatly admired him. With the help of two other physicians, he would look after Finch’s patients in her absence.

      The evening was coming to an end. Caleb’s and Jessy’s son had slept through the dinner but now he had woken up and was starting to cry. Tanya said she had an early start in the morning and James was flying to Toronto. They moved from their seats and crossed the spaces of the room to embrace and exchange the shorthand assurances of families. Write. Phone. All the news. Mail me.

      This was Finch’s matrix. She felt restricted by it when it was tight around her, like tonight, but she knew when she stood back she would see the firm knitted strands of it and value it in theory.

      All eight of them came out to the driveway to wave her off. The air smelled of rain and salt.

      ‘I shouldn’t have said anything. Will you forgive me?’ Kitty whispered.

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