RICHARD"How about the bar and a beer?""A beer?""I really appreciate the help you've been giving Elizabeth with those old papers of Albert's. The least I can do is buy you a drink.""Thank you, Richard. That's a great idea.""This round's on me."*****"So, are you finding anything of interest in that appalling pile of garbage from Elizabeth's old uncle?"Michael muses into his glass. "Depends what you're looking for I suppose, but it's actually quite interesting, seeing someone else's life like this. Once you get past thirty-year-old bus tickets, you find the things that really tell you something.""Like what?""Did you know he was a bankrupt?""Was he now..."Wonder if Elizabeth knew that....".... That could explain a lot. What little I saw of him was mainly complaints that things weren't as they should be, and everything was better in his day.""Mind you...." Michael gulp at his beer. ".... he must have recovered from it. At least enough to have owned
JAMESWe're blessed with glorious weather and a good forecast for tomorrow. A May Wedding....Perfect....Michael is somewhere in the bowels of the hotel finalising the reception arrangements....Handy having our own venue....Sitting on grassy slopes, stretching out my bad leg and letting the heat of the sun work its magic, I take time out to wallow in the glow of success....Almost there....Something rustles behind me. Michael, bearing two steaming mugs, his footsteps muffled by springy turf. Even before he speaks, the breeze carries the scent to my nose."Coffee?" he offers, holding out a mug."Ah, great. Thanks." As I twist a little to take the mug, the wound in my thigh growls a quiet message to me. I wince.Michael sits by me. "That thing giving you gyp?""Mmm. A bit.""The doctors said it would take several months to heal properly.""Oh, it is healing. It's better all the time. But I've a feeling I'm going to have a weather-wise ache for the rest of
Back in her room, Charlotte is waiting, gnawing on her knuckles....She thinks I might be angry with her?Not for this........ Never for this....Michael shakes his head, smiles, radiating reassurance. As I take her hand, her eyes pass between the two of us....Do this right....It's a special occasion........ As special as it gets....I lift her hand to my lips, kissing the fingers. "Charlotte, tomorrow, you will be walking down the aisle to meet Michael. I'll be with him, his Best Man, and he will put his ring on your finger. But for now.... "Reaching into my pocket, I take out what nestles there.Her eyes widen, luminous with tears as I lean in to kiss her and slip the band of red gold, red as the gleam of her hair, on to her finger. It sits beside the two she already wears, one of white and yellow gold, one of red and yellow gold, her love gifts from myself and Michael, and our original promise to her of what was to come.I kiss her again, on the lips, and
JAMES The morning is chaotic. In theory, Michael and I, Richard and the guests occupy the hotel. Charlotte and Beth have the house. In practice, people mill about in all directions, turning up in unexpected places....Still in jeans and tee-shirt while I make a last check on preparations, I eject a couple of kids from the kitchen where the chef's knife set seems to be a magnet for them. Then as I turn to leave, I run into an old lady trying to force the larder door open."I was only looking for the ladies' toilets....""And who are you?""I'm Michael's Aunty Gladys""Well, I'm James, his Best Man, and you'll find the toilets along the corridor." Taking her by the shoulders, I turn her around, steering her to aim the right way, then wait and watch to be sure she toddles off.In the bedroom we're using as a changing room, Michael looks harassed. "Please tell me you remembered to lock the door to the cellars in the house.""Oh, yes. We don't want random wanderers down the
".... I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."Michael lifts the veil, tossing it back over Charlotte's copper-red tresses to free her face....Her beautiful face....He stoops to kiss her, softly, on the lips.And it comes crashing down on me....... The reality of what I am doing...What I have done.What have I done?I've given her away...I have given the Love of my Life to another man.Whatever I say, however I wrap it in clever words, however I try to justify it to myself, or to them, on the register, it will not be my name next to hers.My gut clenches and pain stabs at my temples. Stomach roiling, I regret the breakfast I was so glad of a few hours ago.All I can do is try to mask the emotion, to keep it from my face.Michael breaks from the kiss, his face bright, hers radiant, but as her gaze passes to mine, her smile fades and her lips part.Then she, like me, blanks her expression, turning to her husband.Her husband....Outs
The meal is magnificent.Despite the earlier 'sauce debacle', the chef has conjured up an excellent replacement which complements the chicken very well indeed. I run the flavour over my tongue, swishing it around, trying to identify all the ingredients...Garlic... Tarragon... Black pepper...But there's something...Wonder if she'd share the recipe?Probably not....But I'm trying to distract myself. When I wrote my speech, I knew what I wanted to say, and I meant it with all my heart....You chose to do this....Every part of it....How can I let my friend down now? The friend who has stood side by side with me for years. The friend who has never let me down. Or, when we let each other down, we helped each other stand again, together.The meal is done. Waiters pass between the guests, filling flutes. I glance sidelong at the pair. They are indeed the very image of the 'Happy Couple'. Laughing and joking, he handsome, she so beautiful....Together....And abrup
I settle to read a book I ensured was waiting for me here. It's a long book, and one I left it until now to read so that, things being what they are, if I could not sleep, I'd have something to keep me occupied.Flipping to the first page, I sip my brandy. Then the second page. And I'm quickly hooked....The flames flicker, warm and welcoming. The brandy is excellent. And I try hard not to think about what will happen tonight....And which I won't be part of....My brandy glass empty, I glance around for the friendly waiter, but he's nowhere to be seen. Tucking a slip of paper into my book, I close it up and make my way to the bar. Sliding my empty glass across the counter, "A large one, please.""Of course, sir."But as the glass is pressed into my hand, I realise that I'm trapped. Marie is to my left and one of........ another one of......... Michael's aunts has wedged into my right. She beams. "I'll have a sweet sherry please, young man."Her accent could crack p
Another vacuous smile. "I'd love to, James."Alarm marches across Beth's face but I droop an eyelid to her. As I offer a hand to the small of Marie's back, to guide her outside, she's turning on Richard with an expression of real fury....Her Dom....And I suck in a smile....This is going to be the most entertaining moment I've had all day.The terrace is cool and pleasant with the perfume of hawthorn blossom carrying on the breeze. Were I in such a lovely place with my mermaid, I would have very different intentions, but...Marie gazes up at me, all starry-eyed. Taking her by the elbow, I steer her to a dark corner. "We don't have a lot of time, so just kneel down, here in the shadows...." She frowns. ".... They probably won't see us if they come outside...."She still doesn't get it.Going to have to paint it on thick for this one....".... Just so I know if I need to stand back when you're done, do you prefer to spit or swallow?"Her jaw drops, and I make as tho