Chapter Eighteen

The crucial thing is that this lawyer doesnt recognize me. So the following afternoon, after Ive prepared the spare room, I hurry to my own room and pin my hair up on top of my head, allowing large tendrils to escape artistically and conceal my face. Then I find

myself adding a pair of old tinted glasses I discovered in the dressing table drawer, which look like they date from the 1980s. As disguises go, this isnt exactly the most subtle job in the worldbut at least I look nothing like my old self.

As I come downstairs, Nathaniel is heading out of the kitchen, looking pissed off. He looks up at me and stops dead in surprise.

Samantha... what have you done? Oh, my hair? I touch it casually. I just wanted it in a different style. Are those your sunglasses? Ive got a bit of a headache. So...whats up? I add, hastily changing the subject.

Trish. He scowls. Shes been lecturing me on noise. I cant mow the lawn between the hours often and two. I cant use the trimmer without giving warning. Could I please tiptoe on the gravel. Tiptoe .

Why? Because of this blasted visitor. We all have to dance around her. A bloody lawyer ! He

shakes his head in disbelief. Her works important? My works important!

Shes coming! Trishs voice suddenly shrills from the kitchen and she comes hurrying out. Are we all ready? She flings open the front door and I hear the sound of a car door opening in the drive.

This is it. I pull a few more strands of hair over my face and clench my fists by my sides. If I recognize this woman Ill just keep my eyes down, mumble my words, and play my part. Im a housekeeper. I have never been anything but a housekeeper.

Now, you should get lots of peace here, Melissa, I can hear Trish saying. Ive instructed the staff to look after you with extra special care...

I exchange looks with Nathaniel, who rolls his eyes.

Here we are! Let me hold the door open...

I hold my breath. A moment later Trish enters the house, followed by a girl in jeans and a tight white top, dragging a suitcase.

This is the top, high-​powered lawyer? She has long dark hair and a pert, pretty face, and cant be much out of her teens.

Melissa, this is our wonderful housekeeper, Samantha Trish breaks off in surprise. Samantha... what on earth are you wearing? You look like Elton John!

Hello, I say awkwardly, removing the sunglasses. Its very nice to meet you.

Its fab to be here. Melissa has a boarding-​school drawl. Londonwas, like, sooo getting me down.

Mrs. Geiger said youre a lawyer at some... big place inLondon ? Yah. She gives me a smug smile. Im atChelseaLawSchool . What?

Shes not even a qualified lawyer. Shes a law student. Shes a baby . I cautiously raise my head and meet her eyes but theres not a blink of recognition. Oh, for Gods sake. I have nothing to worry about from this girl. I almost want to laugh.

And whos this? Melissa bats her mascaraed eyelashes alluringly at Nathaniel, whose scowl deepens.

This is Nathaniel, our gardener, says Trish. But dont worry, hes under strict instructions not to disturb you. Ive told him, you need absolute quiet for your work.

Its true. Ive got loads of revision to do. Melissa gives a world-​weary sigh and pushes a hand through her hair. You wouldnt believe the workload, Auntie Trish. Ive been soooo stressed.

I dont know how you do it! Trish puts an arm around her shoulders and squeezes tight. Now, what would you like to do first? Were all at your disposal.

Could you unpack all my things? Melissa turns to me. Theyll be creased, so theyll all need ironing.

Shes not going to do her own unpacking? Im to be this girls personal maid ? I might take my books out in the garden, she adds airily. Maybe the gardener could

set up a table for me in the shade?

Trish is watching in total admiration as Melissa rummages in a backpack full of textbooks.

Look at all those books, Samantha! she exclaims as Melissa retrieves Beginners Guide to Litigation . Look at all those long words!

Er... wow, I say politely.

Why dont you make us all some coffee first? Trish turns to me. Well take it on the terrace. Bring some biscuits out too.

Of course, Mrs. Geiger, I say, bobbing an automatic curtsy.

Could you make mine half caffeinated, half decaf? Melissa adds over her shoulder. I, like, dont want to get too wired.

No, I bloody couldnt, you pretentious little cow.

Of course. I smile through gritted teeth. My pleasure.

As I carry the coffee out to the terrace ten minutes later, Trish and Melissa are ensconced in chairs under a parasol along with Eddie.

Youve met Melissa, have you? he says as I set down the tray on a wrought-​iron table. Our little star? Our legal eagle?

Yes, I have. Your coffee, I add, handing the cup to Melissa. Just as you asked for it.

Melissas under a great deal of pressure, says Eddie. Its up to us to make things easy for her.

You cant imagine what the strains like, says Melissa seriously. Ive been working into the evenings and everything. My social lifes, like, gone out the window. She takes a sip of coffee, then turns to me. By the way, I meant to say... She frowns. Whats your name again?

Samantha.

Yes, Samantha. Be really careful with my red beaded top, OK? She takes another gulp of coffee.

Ill do my best, I reply. Will that be all, Mrs. Geiger?

Wait! Eddie puts his cup down. Ive got something for you. I havent forgotten our little conversation the other day! He reaches under his chair and produces a brown paper bag. I can see a couple of shiny books poking out of the top. Now, youre not going to get out of this one, Samantha. This can be our little project!

Oh, no. Please do not let this be what I think it is. Mr. Geiger, I begin quickly. Its really nice of you, but I wont hear another word! he interrupts with a raised hand. Youll thank me one

day!

What are you talking about? Melissa wrinkles her nose in curiosity.

Samanthas going to take some qualifications! With a flourish Eddie pulls two workbooks from the bag. Both are brightly colored, with big jazzy letters and illustrations. I can see the words Math and English and Adult Learning .

Im totally speechless.

Im sure Melissa will be delighted to help with anything tricky, chips in Trish. Wont you, love?

Of course, says Melissa with a patronizing smile. Well done you, Samantha! Its never too late. She pushes her full cup of coffee toward me. Make me another coffee, will you? This ones too weak.

By the middle of the following day I have had just about enough of Melissa. Ive made her about fifty cups of coffee, half of which she hasnt bothered to drink. Ive brought her chilled water. Ive rustled up sandwiches. Ive washed all the dirty laundry, which it turned out her suitcase contained. Ive ironed her a white shirt to wear in the evening. Every time I try to start on one of my regular jobs I hear Melissas high-​pitched voice summoning me.

Meanwhile, Trish is tiptoeing around as though we have

Cherie Blair herself in the garden, working on some vital human-​rights case. As I dust the living room, shes watching Melissa, sitting at a table set up on the lawn.

Shes working so hard. Such an intelligent girl, Melissa.

Mmm, I grunt, noncommittally.

You know, its not easy to get into law school, Samantha. Especially the best one! Melissa had to beat hundreds of people just to get the place!

Fantastic. I flick my cloth roughly over the TV. Thats great. So... how long is she staying? I try to ask the question casually.

It depends, replies Trish. Her exams are in a few weeks, and Ive said shes welcome to stay as long as she likes!

A few weeks ? Its only been one day, and already shes driving me mad.

I spend the afternoon in the kitchen, pretending to have selective deafness. Whenever Melissa calls me, I turn the blender on, or the radio up, or clatter around with baking

trays. If she wants me she can find me herself.

At last, she appears at the kitchen door, her cheeks flushed with annoyance. Samantha, Ive been calling you!

Really? I look up innocently from the butter Im chopping to make pastry. I didnt hear.

We need a bell system or something. She exhales in impatience. This is ridiculous, me having to stop what Im doing.

What did you want?

My water jug is empty. And I need some kind of snack. To keep my energy levels up.

You could have brought your jug into the kitchen, I suggest mildly. Or made your own snack?

Look, I dont have time to be making snacks, OK? snaps Melissa. Im under a great deal of time pressure right now. I have piles of work, I have exam deadlines... you have no idea what my life is like.

Im silent for a moment, trying to get my resentment under control.

Ill bring you out a sandwich, I say at last.

Thank you, she says sarcastically, then stands with her arms folded, as though shes waiting for something.

What? I say.

Go on. She gestures with her head. Curtsy.

What? She cant be serious. Im not curtsying to you ! I say, almost laughing.

You curtsy to my aunt. And my uncle.

Theyre my employers, I retort tightly. Its different. And believe me, if I could turn back the clock, curtsying would not be featured in any of our lives .

Im living in this house. So Im your employer too. You should show me the same respect.

I want to slap this girl. If she was my junior at Carter Spink I would... annihilate her. Right. I put my knife down. Ill go and ask Mrs. Geiger, shall I? Before she can

reply I stride out of the kitchen. I cannot tolerate this. If Trish takes her side, thats it. Im leaving.

I cant see Trish anywhere downstairs, so I head upstairs, heart racing. I arrive outside her room and knock. Mrs. Geiger? Id like a word.

A few moments later, Trish opens the door a crack and pokes her head out, looking a little ruffled. Samantha! What do you want?

Im not happy with the current situation, I say, attempting a calm, civilized voice. Id like to discuss it, please.

What situation? She wrinkles her brow.

With Melissa. And her... her constant needs. Im being taken away from my regular duties. The housekeeping will suffer if I have to keep attending to her.

Trish doesnt seem to have heard a word.

Oh, Samantha... not now. She waves a distracted, dismissive hand. Well talk about this later.

I can hear Eddie mumbling something from inside the room. Great. They were probably having sex. She probably wants to get back to Turkish style.

Right. I try to control my frustration. So Ill just... get on, then, shall I?

Wait. Trish suddenly seems to focus on me. Samantha, well be having champagne on the terrace in half an hour with some... ahm... friends. Id like you to wear something other than your uniform. Her eyes run over it with slight distaste. Its not the most flattering garment you possess.

You bloody chose it! I want to yell back at her. But instead, I curtsy, turn away, and walk to my room, fuming.

Bloody Trish. Bloody Melissa. If shes waiting for a sandwich, she can just wait.

I close the door, slump down on my bed, and look down at my hands, red and raw from hand-​washing Melissas delicate garments.

What am I doing here?

I can feel disappointment and disillusionment spreading through me. Maybe I was being naivebut I honestly thought Trish and Eddie had come to respect me. Not just as their housekeeper but as a person. But the way Trish behaved just now... its plain Im just staff to them. Like some sort of useful object, one notch above theHoover . I almost

feel like packing my bags and walking out.

I have a sudden vision of myself flouncing down the stairs, flinging open the door, shooting over my shoulder to Melissa, And by the way, Ive got a law degree too, and mine is better than yours.

But that would be petulant. No, worse. It would be pathetic.

I massage my temples, gradually getting things in perspective.

I chose to do this. No one forced me. And maybe it wasnt the most rational move in the world, and maybe I wont stay here forever. But its up to me to make the most of it while I am here. Its up to me to be professional.

Or at least... as professional as I can be, bearing in mind I still havent a clue what a savarin mold is.

At last I summon some energy and get up off the bed. I change out of my uniform, into a dress, and brush out my hair. I even add some lipstick for good measure. Then I reach for my mobile and text Nathaniel:

Hi ! RU there? Sam

I wait for a reply but none comes. He hasnt been around all afternoon, I realize. I wonder what hes up to.

As I descend the stairs into the hall, the house is still and silent. I dont know what time Trishs friends are coming, but theres no sign of them yet. Maybe Ive got time to finish my pastry quickly. I might even get the vegetables peeled.

Im hurrying toward the kitchen when Nathaniel appears out the door.

There you are. He puts his arms round me and kisses me, pulling me under the stairs, which weve discovered is quite a convenient hiding place. Mmm. Ive missed you.

Nathaniel I protest, but his grip around me only gets tighter. After a few moments I manage to wriggle free.

Nathaniel, Ive got pastry to make. Im already behind schedule, and apparently Ive got to serve drinks to some people-

Wait. Nathaniel tugs me back, glancing at his watch. One more minute. Then we can

go.

I peer at him uncertainly.

Nathaniel, what are you talking about?

Samantha... He shakes his head in amusement. Did you really think you could fool us? Sweetheart, your secrets out. We know !

I feel a plunging dread. They know? What do they know?

What exactly I begin, but Nathaniel puts a finger to my lips.

No, no, no. Youre going to get your surprise.

Surprise? I falter.

Now come out. Theyre waiting for you. Close your eyes... He puts one arm around my waist and the other hand over my eyes. Come this way... Ill lead you...

As I walk forward in darkness, guided only by Nathaniels arm, I feel almost sick with fear. My mind is ranging wildly about, trying to work out what might have been going on behind my back. Whos waiting for me out there?

Please, please, dont say theyve tried to fix my life up. Please dont say theyve arranged some kind of reunion. I have a sudden image of Ketterman standing on the lawn, his steel glasses glinting in the sunlight. OrArnold . Or my mother.

Here she is! Nathaniel guides me out of the French doors and down the steps into the garden. I can feel sun on my face and hear some kind of napping sound and...jazz? All right! Open your eyes!

I cant open my eyes. Whatever it is, I dont want to know. Its OK! Nathaniels laughing. No ones going to eat you! Open them! I open my eyes and blink several times, wondering if Im dreaming. What... whats going on?

An enormous banner reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SAMANTHA! is tied between two trees. Thats whats making the flapping noise. The garden table is laid with a white tablecloth, a bouquet of flowers, several bottles of champagne, and a bowl of strawberries. A bunch of shiny helium balloons reading Samantha is tethered to a chair. Eddie and Trish are standing on the grass, together with Iris, Eamonn, and Melissaand theyre all beaming at me, apart from Melissa, whos pouting.

I feel as though Ive lurched into some parallel universe.

Surprise! they all cry out in unison. Happy birthday!

I open my mouth but no sound comes out. Im too perplexed to speak. Why do the Geigers think its my birthday?

Look at her, says Trish. Shes stunned! Arent you, Samantha?

Urn... yes, I stutter.

She had no idea, confirms Nathaniel with a grin.

Happy birthday, sweetie. Iris comes over, clasps me tightly, and gives me a kiss.

Eddie, open the champagne! I can hear Trish exclaiming impatiently behind me. Come on!

What do I do? What do I say? How do you break it to the people who have organized your surprise birthday party that actually... its not your birthday?

Whywould they think its my birthday? Did I give them some made-​up date of birth at the interview? But I dont remember doing that

Champagnefor the birthday girl! Eddie pops open a bottle and the champagne froths into a glass.

Many happy returns! Eamonn proffers the bowl of strawberries. Ah, you should have seen your face just now!

Priceless! agrees Trish. Now, lets have a toast!

I cant let this go on any longer.

Urn... Mr. and Mrs. Geiger... everyone... this is lovely, and Im really touched. I swallow hard, screwing myself up to say it. But... its not my birthday.

Everyone bursts into laughter.

I told you this would happen! Trish says in delight. She said youd deny it!

Its not that bad, getting a year older, teases Nathaniel. Now, face it, we know. So have your champagne and enjoy yourself.

Im totally confused. Who said Id deny it?

Lady Edgerly, of course! says Trish. Shes the one who gave away your little secret!

Freya? Freya is behind this?

Whatwhat exactly did she say? Lady Edgerly.

She told me that your birthday was coming up, says Trish, looking pleased. And she warned me youd try to keep it secret. Naughty, naughty!

I do not believe Freya. I do not believe her.

She also told me, Trish lowers her voice sympathetically, your last birthday was rather a letdown ? She said we simply had to make it up to you. In fact, she was the one who suggested we should do it as a big surprise! Trish raises her glass. So heres to Samantha! Happy birthday!

Happy birthday! the others echo, lifting their glasses.

Im not sure if I want to laugh or cry. Or both. I look around at the banner and silvery balloons, bobbing in the breeze; at the champagne bottles; at everyones smiling faces. Theres nothing I can say. Ill have to go with it.

Well... thank you, I say, looking around. I... I really appreciate it.

Im sorry I was a little short with you this afternoon, says Trish cheerfully. We were rather struggling with the helium balloons. Wed already lost one bunch this afternoon. She darts a baleful glance at Eddie.

Have you ever tried to get helium balloons into a car boot? Eddie retorts hotly. Id like to see you do it! I havent got three bloody hands, you know.

An image comes to me of Eddie battling with a load of shiny balloons, trying to stuff them into the Porsche, and I bite my lip hard.

We didnt put your age on the balloons, Samantha, Trish adds in a breathy whisper. As one woman to another, I thought youd appreciate that gesture.

I look from her vivid, over-​made-​up face to Eddies fleshy pink one and suddenly feel so moved I dont know what to say. All the time, they were planning this. They were doing a banner. They were ordering balloons.

Mr. Geiger, Mrs. Geiger, Im... Im so bowled over... Its not over yet! says Trish, nodding over my shoulder.

Happy birthday to you... A voice behind me is singing and after a moment the others join in. I look over my shoulder to see Iris coming forward over the lawn, holding the most enormous, two-​tier birthday cake. Its iced all over in palest pink, with sugar roses and raspberries and one elegant white candle. As she gets near I see, in silver writing: Happy Birthday Dear Samantha From Us All .

Its the most beautiful thing Ive ever seen. My throat is tight. No ones ever made a cake for me in my life before.

Blow out your candle! calls out Eamonn as the singing comes to an end. Somehow I puff feebly at the flame, and everyone cheers.

You like it? Iris smiles.

Its... wonderful, I manage to say. Ive never seen anything like it.

Happy birthday, chicken. She pats my hand. You deserve it, if anyone does.

As Iris sets the cake down and begins to slice it up, Eddie tinkles his glass with the end of a pen.

If I could have your attention. He takes a step up onto the terrace and clears his throat. Samantha, were all very glad youve come into our family. Youre doing a marvelous job and we all appreciate it. Eddie raises his glass to me. Er... well done.

Thank you, Mr. Geiger, I falter. I look around at all the friendly faces, framed by blue sky and summer leaves. Im... Im glad Ive come here too. Youve all been really welcoming and kind to me. Oh, God, Im starting to well up. I couldnt wish for better employers

Oh, stop! Trish flaps her hands and dabs her eye with a napkin.

For shes a jolly good fellow, Eddie begins gruffly. For shes a jolly good fellow

Eddie ! Samantha doesnt want to hear your stupid singing! interrupts Trish shrilly, still dabbing her eyes. Open some more champagne, for goodness sake!

Its one of the warmest evenings of the year. As the sun slowly lowers in the sky, we all loll on the grass, drinking champagne and talking. Eamonn tells me about his girlfriend, Anna, who works in a hotel inGloucester . Iris produces tiny feather-​light tarts filled with chicken and herbs. Nathaniel rigs up a set of fairy lights in a tree. Melissa announces loudly several times that she cant sit around, she has to get back to workthen accepts just one more champagne refill.

The sky is an endless, evening blue and theres the smell of honeysuckle in the air. Music is burbling away gently in the background and Nathaniels hand is resting casually on my

thigh. I have never felt so content in my life.

Presents! says Trish suddenly. We havent done presents!

Im pretty sure shes drunk more champagne than anyone else. She lurches unsteadily over to the table, searches in her bag, and produces an envelope. This is a little bonus , Samantha, she says, handing it to me. To spend on a treat for yourself.

Thank you! I say, taken aback. Thats... incredibly kind of you! Were not increasing your pay she adds, eyeing me with slight mistrust. You do

understand this isnt a raise or anything. Its just a one-​off.

I understand, I say, trying not to smile. Its very generous of you, Mrs. Geiger.

Ive got something too. Iris reaches into her basket and produces a parcel wrapped in brown paper. Inside I find four shiny new bread tins and a rose-​sprigged, goffered apron. I cant help laughing out loud.

Thank you, I say. Ill put these to good use.

Trish is peering at the bread tins. But... surely Samantha has loads of bread tins already? she says, picking one up in her manicured hand. And aprons?

I took a chance, Iris says, her eyes twinkling at me.

Here you are, Samantha. Melissa hands me a Body Shop shampoo gift set, which I know for a fact has been sitting in Trishs bathroom cupboard since I got here.

Thanks, I say politely. You shouldnt have.

And, Melissa, chimes in Trish, abruptly abandoning interest in the bread tin, stop making extra work for Samantha! She cant spend all her time running after you! We cant afford to lose her, you know.

Melissa opens her mouth to retort.

And this is from me, says Nathaniel, stepping in quickly. He hands me a tiny present wrapped in white tissue paper, and everyone turns to see what it is.

I unwrap the little parcel, and a pretty silver charm bracelet falls into my hand. Theres only one charm on it: a tiny wooden spoon. I give another snuffle of laughter. A frilly apron, and now a wooden spoon.

Neither Nathaniel nor Iris knows the details of my real lifeand yet in some ways I feel they know me better than anyone else in the world. Theyve seen me frazzled and

incompetent, at my most vulnerable. I havent had to put on a front or act efficient or pretend I know everything.

It reminded me of the first time we met, says Nathaniel, his mouth curving into a smile.

Its... fantastic. I put my arms round him and kiss him. Thank you so much, I murmur into his ear.

Trish is watching with avid eyes as we draw apart.

Well, its obvious what drew you to Samantha, she says to Nathaniel. It was her cooking, wasnt it?

It was her chickpeas, agrees Nathaniel gravely.

Eamonn has been up on the terrace. Now he bounds down the steps and hands me a bottle of wine. This is from me, he says. Its not much, but

Oh, thats lovely! I say, touched. Thanks, Eamonn. And I was going to ask, would you be interested in waitressing ever? At the pub? I say in surprise, but he shakes his head.

Private functions. We have a little concern going in the village. Its not really a business, more like passing on work to friends. Make a little extra money, that kind of thing.

Passing on work to friends. I suddenly feel a little warm glow inside.

Id love to. Thanks for thinking of me.

Eamonn grins. And theres a drink or two waiting for you behind the bar if you want to come along?

Well... er... I glance at Trish. Maybe later...

You go! says Trish. Enjoy yourselves! Dont think about work! Well put the dirty glasses in the kitchen, she adds, and you can deal with them tomorrow.

Thanks, Mrs. Geiger. I force myself to remain straight-​faced. Thats very... good of you.

Oh, and Samantha. She beckons me over with her glass. I was thinking about what you said to me the other day. About finding myself a little project of my own. Not that my

life isnt extremely busy already...

Of course. I nod.

Anyway. She pauses momentously. Ive decided Im going to hold a charity lunch for Save The Children.

Good idea! I say with enthusiasm.

And you can help me organize it! After all your experience running such events for Lady Edgerly, you must be an expert!

Absolutely, I gulp. I look forward to it!

The only experience I have with charity events is attending them with clients and being forced to watch drunken, highly paid bankers outbid each other in the auction.

I must go too, says Iris, getting up. Good night, and thanks.

We cant tempt you to the pub, Iris? says Eamonn.

Not tonight. She smiles, her face illuminated by the twinkling fairy lights. Good night, Samantha. Night, Nathaniel.

Good night, Mum.

Night, Eamonn.

Night, Iris.

Night, Grandpa, I say.

It comes out before I can stop myself. Im hot with embarrassment, hoping no one picked it up. But Nathaniel is slowly swiveling toward me. Trust him to have heard.

Good night, Mary Ellen. He lifts his eyebrows. Good night, Jim Bob, I retort nonchalantly. I see myself as more of a John Boy. Hmmm. I look him up and down. OK, you can be John Boy.

I had a total crush on John Boy when I was a child. Not that Ill mention this fact to Nathaniel.

Cmon. Nathaniel holds out his hand. Lets get to Ikes Tavern.

Ike had the storey I roll my eyes. Do you know nothing?

As we head up to the house we pass Melissa and Eddie on the terrace, sitting at the garden table, which is covered in papers and brochures.

Its just sooo difficult, Melissa is saying. I mean, this is a decision that will affect my whole life. Its, like, how are you supposed to know?

Mr. Geiger? I interrupt awkwardly. I just wanted to thank you very much for this evening. Its been absolutely incredible.

It was fun! says Eddie.

Have a nice evening, says Melissa, heaving an enormous sigh. Ive still got work to do.

Itll be worth it, love. Eddie pats her hand reassuringly. When youre at... He picks up a brochure from the table and peers at it through his reading glasses. Carter Spink.

Melissa is going for a job at Carter Spink?

Is that... I try to speak naturally. Is that the name of the law firm where youre applying?

Oh, I dont know, says Melissa, looking sulky. Its the top one. But its incredibly competitive. Hardly anyone gets a place.

Looks very swanky! says Eddie, flipping over the glossy pages, each illustrated with a photograph. Look at these offices!

As he flips through, Im transfixed. Theres a picture of the foyer. Theres one of the floor I used to work on. I cant tear my eyes awaybut at the same time I dont want to look. Thats my old life. It doesnt belong here. And then suddenly, as Eddie flips another page over, I feel a jolt of disbelief.

Its a picture of me. Me.

Im in my black suit, my hair pinned up, sitting at a meeting-​room table along with Ketterman, David Elldridge, and a guy who was over from the States. I remember that picture being taken. Ketterman was absolutely livid at being disturbed.

I look so pale . I look so serious . And its like... do I want to give up all my time? Melissa is jabbing the page. These

people work every night! What about a social life? My face is right there in full view. Im just waiting for someone to frown in recognition,

to say, Hang on a moment... But no one does. Melissa is still rabbiting on, gesturing to the brochure; Eddie is

nodding. Nathaniel is staring upward, obviously bored. Although, you know, the money is really good... Melissa sighs, and flips the page. The pictures gone. Im gone. Shall we go? Nathaniels warm hand tugs mine and I clasp it tightly back. Yes. I smile up at him.Lets.

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