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CHAPTER 58: THE BROTHER CONT’D
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HER MOTHER’S HUSBAND CHAPTER 70: THE STUDY CONT’D
The study at midnight.I had never been inside it. Eight weeks in this house and I had never crossed this threshold, had been past it a hundred times in the corridor, had seen the lamp at three inches, had catalogued the amber quality of it from the east corridor. Inside it was smaller than I had imagined. Warmer. The shelves on two walls, the desk, the lamp — the lamp, which from inside the room was simply a lamp on a desk and from the corridor was a whole architecture of meaning. Books I recognized from passing the shelves through the gap. The desk oh with the legal pads, the documents, the pen placed at the specific angle of a man with habits.Dominic was at the desk.Not sitting. Standing behind it, the chair pushed back, the quality of a man who had been pacing and had stopped when I knocked.He looked at me.I looked at him.“You heard,” he said.“Marcus didn’t tell me anything,” I said. “He stopped himself.”Something moved through his face.“But enough,” he said.“Enough to kn
HER MOTHER’S HUSBAND CHAPTER 69: THE STUDY
BELLA’S POVI lasted forty minutes.Forty minutes of the ceiling and the dark and the study light visible from the window and the specific impossible patience of a nineteen year old who had just been told her father’s name by a man who had then been silenced by another man who had looked afraid. Forty minutes.Then I got up.I didn’t go to the kitchen this time.I went to the study door.Not his study, the ground floor one, the one my mother had claimed for her calls. The other study, the east wing, the room with the three inch lamp, the room I had been not-entering for eight weeks with a consistency I had been privately proud of.The door was not at three inches tonight.It was closed.I could hear them through it. Not words, the register of two voices, the quality of a conversation that had been going on for a while and had arrived somewhere neither of them had wanted to arrive. Marcus’s voice carried more than Dominic’s — the volume of him, even lowered, even in a closed-door conv
HER MOTHER’S HUSBAND CHAPTER 68: MARCUS CONT’D
Dinner was extraordinary.Not the food, though the food was Petra’s best. The dynamic of it, the chemistry that Marcus introduced into the dinner table configuration. He sat across from me, my mother’s right, and he talked with the easy authority of someone who had been at dinner tables his whole life and knew exactly what they were for.He told stories.Good ones, the kind that had been refined through repetition into their best version — funny and specific, the details exactly right, the kind of story that made you feel you had been in the room when it happened. My mother laughed. Dominic made the compressed thing, the almost-smile, more than once.I laughed too.Genuinely. The unmanaged kind, the laugh that arrived before you’d decided to have it.Marcus noticed.He noticed everything. That was the thing about him, the specific gift and the danger — he noticed the way some people breathed, automatically, continuously, without choosing to. He noticed my mother reaching for Dominic’s
HER MOTHER’S HUSBAND CHAPTER 67: MARCUS
BELLA’S POVJennifer left Saturday morning.She had a thing, she said. A prior commitment she couldn’t move, the specific apologetic energy of someone who genuinely wished they could stay and was also possibly relieved to be leaving before the weekend’s main event. She stood in the entrance hall with her bag and her coat and she hugged me the way she’d hugged me when I came downstairs on Thursday, the real kind, the kind that meant something.“Call me,” she said into my shoulder.“Every day,” I said.She pulled back. Looked at me with the full Jennifer look, the inventory, the reading.“Be careful,” she said.Not about Marcus. The word careful contained its full range, the whole situation, the house and everyone in it.“I’m always careful,” I said.She gave me the look that sentence deserved.Then she was gone. Gio and the car and the drive, and I stood in the entrance hall and watched the gate close and felt the specific quality of a person who has just watched their pressure valve d
HER MOTHER’S HUSBAND CHAPTER 66: FRIDAY CONT’D
She turned to look at me.“He’s not playing,” she said. “That’s what I saw yesterday. A man who is not playing games. Who is genuinely.” She stopped. “That almost makes it worse.”I looked at my hands.“He said I’m nineteen,” I said. “Like it was an argument.”“It’s not an irrelevant point,” Jennifer said.“I know how old I am,” I said.“I know you know,” she said. “But he’s what, forty? He’s been alive twice as long as you. He’s already made his mistakes and learned from them and you’re still in the part where you make yours.”I said nothing.“And his mistake,” she said carefully, “would be you.”The word landed in the enclosed garden and I sat with it and the October morning sat with it and the bench held us both and the rosemary was in Jennifer’s hand and the fountain was running somewhere beyond the hedge.I said: “And mine would be him.”She looked at me.“Yes,” she said.We sat with that.After lunch Jennifer found me in the library.She came in and closed the door and leaned ag
HER MOTHER’S HUSBAND CHAPTER 65: FRIDAY
BELLA’S POVJennifer slept in the guest room next to mine.I knew she was awake at seven because I heard her moving, the specific Jennifer morning sounds, the person who had never once in four years of knowing her been a slow riser. She was one of those people whose body treated sleep as an administrative task — completed efficiently, without ceremony, and set aside.I had slept badly.Not the kitchen badly, not the ceiling badly. The other kind, the half-sleep of someone whose body kept returning them to consciousness at irregular intervals to check whether the situation had changed. It hadn’t. The situation was the same situation it had been at midnight when Jennifer held my hand and we looked at the study light together. Nothing had resolved overnight. Nothing was going to.I got up.Jennifer was already in the kitchen when I came down.She and Petra were in what appeared to be the middle of a conversation about something involving the garden, the specific warm exchange of two peop
HER MOTHER’S HUSBAND CHAPTER 13: THE KITCHEN MOMENT CONT’D
He was exactly Harry — dark hair slightly disheveled in the way he never bothered to fix at home, a shirt that had been ironed and then lived in for most of the day, the warm open expression that was the thing I had liked first and liked most consistently. He was good-looking in a real, accessible
HER MOTHER’S HUSBAND CHAPTER 11: HARRY'S RETURN
BELLA'S POVThe call came on a Wednesday.I know it was a Wednesday because I had been marking time in the estate the way you mark time in places you didn't choose, by small domestic landmarks rather than actual days. The Wednesday was the day Petra changed the flowers in the entrance hall from wh
HER MOTHER’S HUSBAND CHAPTER 10: THE DRESS
BELLA'S POVI looked at myself in the mirror in the yellow dress.I looked like myself. The version of myself that existed before six months of grief had pulled me slightly inward. Before the old house felt like a museum and the new house felt like a foreign country with rules I hadn't been given t
HER MOTHER’S HUSBAND CHAPTER 9: THESE RULES CAN'T BE FOR ME
BELLA'S POVHe continued as though he hadn't said it."Meals at the family table. Breakfast from seven to nine, lunch at one, dinner at seven. If you have a scheduling conflict, classes, an engagement, you let the kitchen know by ten the previous evening.""My mother mentioned that rule.""Your m
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