One Moment At Sunrise. Karen Aldous

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      ‘Well, I’ve been going through some… let’s just say I’ve been thinking about us a lot lately, and I really feel we need to patch things up. I’ve come to realise life is too short and I need to make some changes. If you’ll let me?’

      Evie’s chin jutted towards the ceiling. This was so out of the blue. Her sister had all but disowned her in the past, when she had virtually begged her for help when she was pregnant. Cally had sided with their parents, in the same vein, denying her even an ounce of support or understanding. ‘Perhaps we should both try to make amends. That is if you can overcome being ashamed of me.’

      ‘I’ve never been ashamed of you, Evie. Jesus, I didn’t know you thought that. No, like Mum and Dad, I thought you made some bad choices. One very bad one, but you and Seb have obviously proved us wrong. I regret saying that now though and… well, I really miss my family. And I promise I will be polite to Seb.’

      A silence sliced the air as Evie collected her thoughts and wiped her cheek.

      ‘Well let’s not run up your phone bill – yes, come. I’ll bake a lovely cake. Charlotte would love it too. She may not remember you but she loves company. We will look forward to you coming.’

      Cally sniffed a few times and replied. ‘Thank you Evie. I’m sorry it’s been so long and, I know, it’s tragic. She’ll forget she has an auntie. I’m so sorry, I’ve been so busy.’

      ‘Oh, don’t, it’s ok. I presume you’re still clubbing in Majorca?’

      ‘DJ’ing, yes. God, I’m so tired all the time but I’m taking a few days off so, if that’s ok, I’ll come next Tuesday about lunchtime, then stay till’ Thursday morning. Will Seb mind?’

      ‘He’s away but I’ll look forward to it. See you Tuesday.’

      ‘Ok. I’ve got the flights in front of me and I’m booking them now. See you next week.’

      Her hands shaking, Evie pressed the finish button and stared down at the device, her heart confused but at the same time brimming with tenderness. Her sister cared enough to call and was really coming to see her. Ok, she had reasons, but neither she nor her parents had instigated it – which meant Cally had actually thought about them both, and remembered Charlotte’s birthday. As sisters they’d never really got on. Cally being the elder, by three years, typically she’d resented Evie being around her, especially when with her friends. She had regularly mocked Evie for being so stupid. Evie believed it until she excelled at her English composition, the polar end of her sister’s talent scale. The maths genius of the family. Cally was the straight-A student who must have swallowed a calculator because she just seemed to shoot figures out of her head and topped her crown with a first at uni.

      Their parents, Jill and Steve, despaired of course when Cally announced she was off to Europe DJ’ing. Then, after hearing that Evie had got herself pregnant, they must have abandoned all hope for their girls. Evie sighed, reflecting momentarily on that particularly ugly episode of her past – aware that her mother couldn’t face the village gossip, or listening to how successful the other children had become. Evie couldn’t wait to wake up Charlotte and tell her the good news. What a day! She dashed up the stairs two at a time, feeling on top of the world for once. From near death to meeting a handsome stranger, and now Cally was visiting!

Chapter 4

      After checking all the signs at the entrances to the bridge, Ben returned to the café at Capestang. His legs wobbled more so now than earlier. Slouching in a cushioned chair, he wiped sweat from his beaded forehead and ordered a Pastis. Something bitter-sweet for his taste buds. How would he have ever lived with himself if anything had happened to that mother, never mind the consequences for her daughter? It had really brought it home to him – just how important it was to ensure an area was properly managed. It could have ended in complete carnage and put paid to the whole project. His biggest fear; years of hard graft, down the pan. But, he clutched his temple, a beautiful young mother could have lost her life. Had the mother not found that almighty strength today, she could have possibly been permanently maimed, or even killed. Her child could have been left motherless in so many ways.

      A waiter appeared and laid down a square tissue, placing a glass on it and pouring a short measure of water into it.

      ‘Merci,’ Ben mumbled, adding more water before taking a gulp. The heat of the aniseed shot to his throat instantly, numbing it like he’d dived into freezing water.

      ‘Here you are,’ Samantha turned a chair around and positioned herself opposite him.

      ‘Oh,’ Ben said, gripping his throat, ‘you made me jump.’

      ‘I expect you’re still upset about that episode.’

      ‘Yes. It shook me up, I can tell you. It shouldn’t have happened. Thought I’d get a stiff drink before I got back. Thank God she’s ok.’

      ‘I’m with you there. She’s a sweet girl.’

      ‘That’s what I thought. Unassuming. I can’t believe she didn’t make more fuss.’ Ben said, recalling her strength and dignity, and how struck he was by her natural beauty.

      ‘Well lucky for us, she didn’t. I think I’d be grateful to be alive too from what I’ve heard. Jamie said it was pretty horrific, we’ve got the scene shot if you want to take a look. Anyway, the guys are ready to go when you are.’

      Ben ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed his forehead. ‘I don’t wish to see a replay, once was more than enough. I’ll be over in a minute then I’m going to drive into Beziers to find a bike shop.’

      ‘Ah, speak to Trevor, he will know where to go. Actually I’ll WhatsApp him.’ Samantha pinched her phone out from her gilet chest-pocket and began tapping her fingers on the screen.

      Ben leant forward and grabbed his glass, the spicy aroma catching his nostril before he swallowed another mouthful of Pastis. Not as good as the first but still refreshing. It had eased the rattling nerves. He sat back again as he watched his assistant. She had every resource to hand, as always. He wondered whether he should run Evie’s idea about the peasant women past her. Perhaps it was too soon. He’d considered his script strong. His protagonist, Pierre-Paul Riquet, was a highly tenacious man and doggedly fastidious in overcoming every obstacle to get the Canal du Midi built. The backers liked it. His storyline contained plenty of conflict and meaty action. Riquet was a man of steel which contrasted so ironically with the softness of his heart; a family man devoted to his wife and five children and, for his time, mid-seventeenth century, admiringly committed to his workers. It was extraordinary to hear Evie’s take and Ben was keen to know exactly what history his books hadn’t disclosed.

      Samantha’s phone wailed, jogging his attention. She scanned the screen. ‘Aha, he recommends a shop in St Chinian. Cycles Mari.’

      ‘Great stuff Sam, thanks. Ok. Are they ready? Let’s get this shot and I’ll get going. If it’s ok, while I’m gone, get the guys to carry on with shots of the buildings, vineyards or whatever is listed on the schedule. My head is not really on the task right now. Is that ok?’

      ‘Completely.’

      Crashing past overhanging shrubs the following morning, Ben drove along the bumpy track to the gates where he had dropped Evie off. Out of the car, he peered СКАЧАТЬ