MICHAEL"Sally, you got a minute?""Sure Mr Summerford, so long as it's only a minute." She waves back at the sea of activity in the kitchen. "I've got seventy covers to get out in the next hour or so." She turns from her counter, dips into a roiling pot with what is apparently an asbestos finger, sucking at some kind of liquid. She nods to a young lad in a white apron, "That's fine, Billy. Now poach the fish in the stock. Six minutes. No more." Then she turns her attention to me."Yes, only a minute. Um, somewhere quiet if you don't mind."She puckers brows but follows me to the outer corridor. "Is something wrong?""Um, not sure.... Look, this is kind of embarrassing, but I received a report that James had been.... er.... bothering you.... Is there any truth to that?"Her face clears. "James? Mr Alexanders, you mean? No, not at all. He's a perfect gentleman. And he was such a lot of help the other day in the kitchen.""Really? My brother thought...."Her face clouds o
RICHARDMy mouth is dry....Come on man. You're not scared of one little girl....Liar....I suck around my teeth and gums trying, fruitlessly, to work up some saliva, then settle for popping a mint and sucking it for a minute before knocking on the door."Come in."She's there, looking out of the window. It's a view worth looking at, a vast cityscape, over old and new, demolished and rebuilt, my vision and James' for the new City.This isn't the average trainee's office. Charlotte has earned, more than earned her privileges, and I made sure that in our new office building, built after the last one was gutted by fire, that she was given an appropriate working space.She reacts as I enter....Not expected the Boss to drop by...."Hello, Richard. I didn't expect to see you here." She shifts from one foot to the other. "Um, is there something I can do for you?""Hello, Charlotte...."Oh, God... Where to start...?My nerve fails. "You like your new office?""Yes
JAMESCharlotte is in stitches, wagging a finger at Michael. "Oh, the look on your face.""What's going on?"Michael looks bemused. "You are sure about this? I'll ask you again, now, while it's just us.""Yes, I'm sure. It's fine. It was worth it just to see your face.""Charlotte? Michael? What's happening?"Michael flushes brilliant red. "Charlotte has something to tell you."Her face swings gaping to his, then she cracks out laughing again.She's not pregnant?"Charlotte, are you.... You're not...." I nod down to the general area of her midriff. Her face goes slack, quite blank for a moment, then she curls up with laughter again, giggling helplessly. After a good minute of unfettered mirth, she gets the words out. "No, Master, I'm not."She's not a giggler....One of her virtues...."So?""Michael is helping Richard out with his birthday present to Beth."What are they talking about...?"Sorry, I'm not getting this. What's happening for Beth's birthday?
JAMESThe wee small hours of the morning........ and I lie awake, staring into the darkness.Charlotte lies nestled against me, but from her breathing, I don't think she is asleep either. Beyond her, Michael's breathing is slow and steady.The sleep of the virtuous?Charlotte stirs in my arms. My face close to hers I murmur, "Are you alright?"Her voice is muffled against my chest, but I can hear the tears in her words. "I don't want you to be angry.""I'm not angry with you.""I don't want you to be angry with Michael either. He really did do nothing wrong.""Are you sure of that?""Yes, I'm sure. Richard asked me first. He was so nervous So embarrassed. He said if I was upset or offended to just forget he'd ever said anything. Michael wasn't there. By the time he arrived, I'd already told Richard I was happy with it so long as Michael was too. Master.... at first, he refused. He said all the same things that you did, about having just got married and being faithf
RICHARD"Lovely stonework."It seems a facile thing to say, but when I see what he and Michael have built between them in the cellars of their mountain home, I am momentarily lost for words.And it all looks strangely familiar....James grins. He knows exactly what I'm thinking. "When I saw what you had in your basement, I couldn't resist it.""Yes...." I circle, admiring the chamber. ".... but I simply built into rooms that were already there. The old kitchen and storage rooms under the house. You must have built this from scratch."He nods. "In fairness, I designed it. Michael did most of the actual building, along with quite a team of stonemasons and other workers of course.""What on earth did he tell them they were building?"He flashes brows. "Wine-cellars I believe. Let me give you a tour...."He shows me around like a kid showing off his train set. And I can hardly blame him. I couldn't have done better myself. In fact, I didn't do better myself. I stroll past
RICHARDJames points up the slight slope. "About a hundred yards that way is the walker's track Michael and Charlotte used the last time to escape. And the shelter they hid in for a while is a couple of hundred yards further along."If I were using this........ Or Elizabeth...."You would have trouble finding your way to that in the dark," I point out, looking back. Beyond the briar patch, the upper windows of the Threesome's home are visible. "And if you used a light, you could easily be seen from the house.""Ah, yes...." he nods. "That was my comment too. Michael had an answer." He beckons me to the nearest tree, then closes his eyes and lays his hand on the trunk, feeling at the bark at about chest height. After a moment he pauses, opening his eyes again."Feel there," he says, his fingers still on the tree. "Close your eyes. Imagine you're blind in the dark."Under the pads of my fingers, the coarse bark comes alive. And I feel.... what?Marks. Chiselled deep into
Ross - Richard and Beth's chef, among his other assorted duties - is doing the cooking, leaving me free to act as host. However, I don't take the head of the table, seating Richard there instead, where he will have a good view of anything happening.We took some care over the place settings. Charlotte sits between me and Michael, with Michael, as he normally does, holding her hand. He is, however, sitting directly opposite Beth and is, quite subtly, watching her.And Richard is watching Michael watching Beth, his eyes crinkling at her slight confusion.I have to admire Michael's style. If he overdid it, he might weird her out, but he doesn't. Instead, whenever she speaks, he pays close attention, holding her eyes for just a fraction of a second longer than he might normally.And I know he's doing it deliberately. Normally Michael shies away from Beth....An attraction he won't admit to...?I should have seen this coming........ Perhaps it's better out in the open....R
RICHARDMichael's approach to Elizabeth makes me want to break into applause. I don't know what I expected, but this wasn't it.Together we lead my blindfolded wife from the dining room, along the long hall to the back stairway. Michael opens the creaking door then, still holding her fingers securely with one hand and with the other hand on the small of her back, guiding her, says, "Step, Beth, across a threshold and down."The door is narrow, too narrow for three, and I lose my hold on her, but Michael stays with her. "Twelve steps, Beth, but the stairs are wide. I'm to one side of you. Keep going." His left hand in her left, with his right, he supports her, keeping her safe as they descend.At the bottom of the steps, I reclaim her hand again, walking side by side with her. Elizabeth moves between us, blindly, her steps uncertain, but I let Michael do the talking.No point interrupting his flow....Her walk stiffens, her breath hitching...What just happened?Then I s