The Little Clock House on the Green. Eve Devon

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      And there was just Kate.

      Separated by a wall of grief Kate wasn’t sure could ever be knocked down. Wasn’t even sure her mother thought either of them was entitled to.

      ‘I do understand, you know,’ Cheryl said gently. ‘But think about it from her point of view. How would you like it, the whole village knowing your daughter was back and you the only one not to have been told.’

      ‘Has she… Is she–?’ She shook her head to silence the questions threatening escape and marvelled slightly at the fact that not one hair on her head moved as she did.

      ‘You’ll never know if you don’t go and see her, will you? I think you’ll be surprised by what you find. Good surprised.’

      Hope took a breath.

      Fear that she’d be responsible for setting her mother back extinguished it.

      She couldn’t do it.

      Not yet.

      She had another visit she had to make first.

      ‘Maybe I’ll go now,’ she said, shooting to her feet the moment Aunt Cheryl reached for the next can of hairspray.

      ‘Oh, but I haven’t–’ but as if she could sense Kate’s wings threatening to take flight, Aunt Cheryl nodded her head. Reaching out she pulled some of Kate’s long brown hair over her shoulder and tipped her head to the side in consideration. ‘Yes. I think this look will be received well at Wood View High.’

      ‘I’d say definitely if your motivation is to help curb teenage pregnancy,’ Kate said, thinking no one in their right mind would find this look attractive.

      Cheryl winked. ‘With great talent comes great responsibility. Give your mum my love and tell her I’ll pop over on Friday, usual time, to take her to bridge.’

      Juliet waylaid her as she was sticking her feet into Juliet’s bright, happy, purple-skulls-and-orange-daisy covered festival wellies. Kate hadn’t exactly unpacked, yet. Not that there was much room to in Wren Cottage. At least, that was her excuse.

      ‘Sorry,’ Juliet muttered, pulling the front door shut behind her. ‘She just wants the two of you to–’

      ‘It’s okay,’ Kate answered, cutting her off with a, ‘And I know. Your mum’s been completely Switzerland about all of this, which I know must be hard. It’ll get better. I’ll get better at dealing with it.’

      ‘You’re going to have to if you’re staying.’

      ‘I know. I just–’

      Juliet gave a brief nod of understanding. ‘Didn’t need this all in your face from the moment you walked through the door? I’m sorry I haven’t been around since you’ve got back. It’s wedding season and I’ve been flat out. But I promise we’ll talk tonight. Hey,’ she looked down, her red hair falling over her shoulder as she noticed Kate’s foot attire for the first time. ‘It’s a little hot for boots – you want to borrow something else and take the car?’

      ‘No. The walk will do me good. And where I’m going I don’t need to dress up.’ Kate’s denim cut-offs, buttercup-yellow gypsy top and festival wellies would be perfectly acceptable for where she was going.

      ‘You’re not going to visit your mum?’

      ‘Nope.’

      ‘Then, where – oh,’ Juliet flushed scarlet. ‘You’re going to see Oscar?’

      ‘Nope. God, Juliet, if I can’t pluck up the courage to see mum, you can be damn certain I haven’t got the balls to see my brother-in-law, yet.’

      ‘Right. But, well, you’ll have to see him eventually. Tell him you’re back and what you’re planning to do.’

      ‘Why?’ Kate asked, her bottom lip poking out sulkily.

      ‘What do you mean, why? Don’t you think he’s going to notice if you buy The Clock House and open it up as a spa?’

      ‘No… yes…’ Kate looked around for something handy to hang her subject-change on and looked right into Juliet’s flushed face. ‘What’s with the red face?’

      ‘What?’ Juliet swallowed.

      ‘You,’ Kate answered, waving her hand in her cousin’s face, ‘and the blushing thing you’ve got going on.’

      ‘Hello?’ Juliet pointed to her ginger hair. ‘Daily occurrence, with this mop, isn’t it?’

      ‘I suppose,’ Kate said, not sure whether to delve deeper or leave Juliet to her poor excuse.

      ‘So, if you’re not going to meet Oscar, where are you going then? Oh–’

      ‘Yep.’

      ‘Do you want me to come with you?’

      ‘Nope. And don’t look so worried. This madness was your idea, remember?’

      ‘I don’t know what I was thinking,’ Juliet ran her hands down the front of her pretty white embroidery anglaise dress and gave Kate a rueful look. ‘Well, yes, I do know what I was thinking. It had a kind of two-birds-with-one-stone sort of symmetry.’

      Should’ve delved deeper, Kate realised. ‘When I get back we’ll have a cuppa and you can tell me all about the birds and the stones, okay?’

      ‘Okay,’ Juliet said, sounding not okay, at all.

      Leaning over, Kate gave her cousin a quick reassuring kiss on the cheek. ‘Hey, it’s going to be fine. Promise.’ And before Juliet could say something else heartfelt that would stop her from getting her first look at the whole reason she’d come back, she waved cheerio.

      Turning left, she walked down the path that would take her to the cut-through into Whispers Wood and allow her to emerge onto the village green. In a bid to settle the butterflies she took a deep breath and inhaled a lungful of freshly mown grass and early summer flowers.

      The scent helped her feel happier. Less weighted-down. Until she started thinking about how she’d have to walk past the little parade of shops on the other side of the village green. Well, she said parade – there were five units and two of them were permanently empty these days. The other three consisted of the Post Office, a dentist and Big Kev’s corner shop.

      Should she pop in and say ‘Hi’ while she was out and about? Casually mention that she had re-entered the Whispers Wood atmosphere and had touched down permanently?

      Her pace automatically slowed at the thought.

      She was such a coward.

      It was only going to get more difficult if she kept letting herself off the hook, wasn’t it? Maybe if the first person she’d bumped into as she was heaving her rucksack and wheelie-case out of the taxi after it had pulled up outside Wren Cottage hadn’t been Sandeep, the postman. And maybe if he hadn’t looked agog at her when she’d told him she СКАЧАТЬ