The Santiago Sisters. Victoria Fox

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СКАЧАТЬ crashed in almost knocked her off her feet. Simone gripped her clutch and pasted on a smile. Cameras flashed and sparked. ‘Simone! Brian! Let’s see a kiss for the fans!’ And so on.

      Simone had picked out her outfit personally, a Versace emerald-green drape dress with scoop neckline. Everyone said that, after forty, one should cover one’s décolletage, but Simone disagreed. She hadn’t been using five-hundred-pound face and neck creams the last twenty years for nothing.

      ‘You look tired.’ Michelle Horner, Simone’s manager and one of the most cutthroat women in the business, stole her at the end of the press queue. Simone had always thought Michelle resembled a whippet, especially tonight, in a grey trouser suit and pumps, her nose appearing even longer under the lighting. Michelle wore glasses on the end of her nose, amplifying the effect. ‘All OK on the home front?’

      ‘Same old.’

      They entered the atrium, where champagne was circulating. Heads turned. In certain spheres Simone was known as The Ice Queen. She wasn’t sure where or how she had picked that up, but it was certainly an easier façade to maintain than the poor joke-a-minute suckers who had cultivated a comedy precedent and had to spend the rest of their days working the room like a court buffoon.

      ‘Terry Sheehan wants you for January Fight,’ Michelle was saying. ‘I told him we’d consider the script but it would have to be something special what with the Jonasses ringing off the hook and Sindy Reinhold at Paramour calling every hour of the day. I said, “Terry, we’re not getting out of bed in the morning for less than ten, and if you don’t like it you can bite me.” Between you and me, he’ll be scrabbling in his toilet bowl for coins. This is a waiting game and we’ll wait.’

      Simone was only half paying attention. Across the space, a fellow forty-something actress had arrived. The woman was single, attractive if not ragingly successful, and in her arms she carried a gorgeously sweet black baby boy.

      ‘Where’d she get that from?’ Simone cut in.

      Michelle followed her gaze. ‘The kid?’

      ‘Of course the kid—I thought her husband ran off with that bit of fluff.’

      ‘He did. She wanted a child, though. So she adopted.’

      Simone narrowed her eyes. That sounded awfully simple. ‘Is it awfully simple?’

      ‘For ordinary people, I shouldn’t think so. For her, maybe.’

      ‘Where do you get them from?’

      ‘That one came from Africa.’

      ‘The internet? Are they in a catalogue or something?’

      Michelle stepped back. ‘You’re not considering it, surely,’ she said.

      ‘Why not?’

      ‘What does Brian think?’

      Right then, Simone couldn’t give a hooting crap what Brian thought. He wouldn’t know what it was like to go through life with no child to call her own. He wouldn’t understand. As with all else in their marriage, Simone would make the decision herself and then she would inform him of it. His opinion mattered not a jot. ‘Michelle, I want you to look into it for me.’

      Michelle was used to dealing with her clients’ whims—this one would blow over in a week. ‘OK,’ she agreed. ‘Do you want a brown one?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘A Chinese one?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘Mexican? Filipino?’

      ‘I’m not ordering a goddamn takeaway. I don’t know.’

      ‘I’ll get you some information.’

      ‘Good. This could be the missing piece, Michelle. It really could.’

      Brian joined them. On a happy impulse, Simone leaned in to kiss his cheek. A passing paparazzo captured the moment. ‘Hello, baby,’ he said, chuffed.

       Hello, baby …

      Except it wouldn’t be a baby. She had her own reasons for that. It would be a child. Hello to the child who was somewhere out there, halfway across the world, waiting to be plucked from poverty to riches, from obscurity to the spotlight, from nothing to having it all. What little girl wouldn’t want that?

      She smiled. It would happen—and soon.

      For, when Simone Geddes put her mind to something, she did not fail.

4

       Argentina

      In the autumn, without explanation, Señorita Gonzalez was fired. Diego appeared to make the decision overnight, and Calida didn’t dare question it—except to her sister.

      ‘What happened?’ she whispered.

      ‘I don’t know.’

      ‘Do you think he found out what she was really like?’

      ‘Maybe. Who cares? She’s gone now.’

      Teresita was flicking through one of their mama’s romance novels. Calida frowned: she could read her twin just as easily as the words on the page.

      ‘You know something,’ she said. ‘About Gonzalez—I can tell.’

      ‘No, you can’t. You don’t know everything about me.’

      ‘I know you can’t actually like those books. Come on, A Prince’s Affair?’

      Teresita bristled. ‘What’s wrong with them?’ she countered.

      Calida could list the reasons from the covers alone—plastic men in open shirts with chests like dolls, smooth and hairless, and bright white teeth; how Julia swooned over their aeroplanes and chunky watches and forgot about the life that was right here in front of her. Calida thought the books looked like nonsense, but she didn’t say so, because she didn’t want to prove her twin right. They did know everything about each other—and in that case Calida didn’t need to explain what she disliked, nor Teresita what she enjoyed, so it seemed safer to walk away, and to try not to think about what Teresita was keeping from her, and why she hid it so deep, out of sight.

      A month later, the girls were watching television in the barn when the phone rang.

      Calida went through to the house. She lifted the receiver.

      ‘Hello?’

      The voice on the line sounded far away. It was a woman.

      ‘Es la policía,’ it said. ‘My name is Officer Puerta and I need to speak with Julia, wife of Diego Santiago. Is that her?’

      They manoeuvered Julia into the back of the Landrover with difficulty: she hadn’t taken СКАЧАТЬ