Copycat. Alex Lake

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СКАЧАТЬ watched as the kids sprinted along the beach, Ben and Rachel walking behind them. When they were about thirty yards away Rachel turned to Ben, nodding with laughter, which carried on the breeze to Sarah. It was a full, you’re-a-really-funny-guy laugh; whatever Ben had said had really amused Rachel, or at least, Rachel wanted him to think it had. Some dry, sardonic comment about the convertible, maybe. She’d ask Ben when he got back.

      Jean had noticed too. ‘Must have said something funny,’ she said.

      ‘Yeah. Not like Ben.’

      ‘He’s amusing enough, in his goofy way.’ She reached into her cooler and took out a can of seltzer water. ‘Want one?’

      Sarah was about to say yes, when she heard someone call her name. She looked up, and a couple were walking toward them. The woman waved to her.

      ‘Who is it?’ Jean said.

      ‘Becky and Sean,’ Sarah replied. ‘You remember them?’

      Jean shook her head. ‘Not sure I do.’

      ‘They were at our house last Christmas. At the party we had. Sean had not long moved here.’

      Jean nodded. ‘I remember now. Didn’t you set them up with each other?’

      She had. Sean – a doctor at their practice – was new in town and she had invited him to the party so he could meet some people. Specifically, she wanted him to meet Becky, who had recently broken up with her boyfriend.

      She introduced them, and they had hit it off, so much so that no one had seen much of them since.

      They walked over. Sean was tall and lean, his stomach flat.

      ‘Hi, Sarah,’ he said. He held out a hand to Jean. ‘I’m Sean. We may have met?’

      Jean shook his hand. ‘I think so. At Sarah’s house, maybe.’

      ‘Oh, yeah,’ Sean said. ‘At Christmas, right?’

      ‘Yes,’ Jean said. ‘Nice to see you again.’

      ‘You too,’ he said, then turned to Becky. ‘Shall we tell them?’

      ‘Tell us what?’ Sarah said.

      Becky put her hand around Sean’s waist. ‘We have some news.’

      Sarah glanced at her hand; there was no engagement ring. Her gaze flickered to Becky’s stomach.

      ‘What kind of news?’ she said.

      ‘We’re pregnant,’ she said. ‘It’s early days yet, and we’re not telling too many people, but since you’re the reason we met, we thought we’d let you know.’

      Sarah laughed. ‘Wonderful news!’ she said. She glanced at Jean. ‘And don’t worry. We’ll keep it to ourselves. I’m so glad for you both! When’s the baby due?’

      ‘February,’ Sean said. ‘We can’t wait. And thank you for your matchmaking. It’s the best thing that ever happened to us.’

      Sarah looked at Jean, and grinned. ‘My pleasure,’ she said.

      As Becky and Sean walked away, Jean handed Sarah a can of seltzer water.

      ‘God,’ she said. ‘I find it so annoying.’

      ‘What?’ Sarah said. ‘That they’re having a baby?’

      ‘No, of course not. It’s when people say “we’re pregnant”. It’s the woman who’s pregnant. There’s no “we” about it.’

      ‘Well,’ Sarah said. ‘I think we can forgive them. And I have to say, I take a bit of extra pleasure since it was the result of my matchmaking efforts. They seem really in love.’

      ‘They do,’ Jean said. ‘And by the way – next time you have an eligible bachelor show up, send him my way, would you?’

      ‘Sure,’ Sarah said. ‘You’re next on my list.’

      ‘Thanks,’ Jean said. ‘Hey, I meant to ask. Did anything come of the Facebook thing?’

      Sarah felt the warm glow fade from the day.

      ‘No. The account was shut down. But not before one more post.’

      ‘Oh? What about?’

      ‘I went to buy a goldfish at lunchtime. Sometime in the afternoon there was a post about it.’

      Jean shook her head. ‘How would they know?’

      ‘I’ve no idea. I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I’m not even sure who would know. Someone would have had to follow me.’

      ‘Who?’

      ‘A patient, maybe?’ Sarah said. ‘Someone who I’d seen?’

      ‘Which is half the town,’ Jean replied.

      ‘There was one guy who I saw yesterday. He was a bit weird with me. He’d waited for two weeks to get an appointment, and there was nothing really wrong with him.’

      ‘You think he followed you?’ Jean looked doubtful.

      ‘I don’t know. I doubt it. But he was my last patient before I got the fish, and it’s not the first time he’s been in. It’s like the fourth appointment he’s made since Christmas.’

      ‘Odd,’ Jean said. ‘What I can’t figure out is who could be doing it.’

      ‘I know,’ Sarah said. ‘That’s the mystery.’

      Rachel raised an eyebrow. ‘One person who it could be – and I’m not saying it is or even that I think it would ever be – is Ben.’

      There was a long pause.

      ‘I don’t think so, Jeannie,’ Sarah said. ‘I mean, it’s possible. But Ben?’

      ‘I agree. I’m only saying he would have known, and had access to the photos.’

      ‘I know. But why?’

      ‘I don’t know. But stranger things have happened. You remember my husband, right? None of us saw that coming.’

      ‘True. But I don’t think so. And the account’s gone now. It was probably some mistake.’

      ‘I hope so,’ Jean said. ‘I really hope so.’

       14

      A beach day. Soaking up the rays with the family. Those three beautiful children. Her sturdy British husband with his pale skin and emerging pot-belly and baffled expression.

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