ANMELDENSophie left on Monday morning, with three suitcases and a kiss for everyone, even the man who loaded them.She hugged Rhett at the station. She kissed Mrs. Pryce, who had not been consulted. She turned to me, hands out, as if I were an old friend she'd got lucky with."Take care of him," she said. "I mean that.""I will.""I know you will." She smiled. "It's what you're for."Then the doors closed with a sigh, and the train drew out along the lake, and a pale blue scarf fluttered once in a window and was gone.We stood on the platform. Neither of us moved. It was strange how loud the quiet was, after five days of a flat with three people in it. Pigeons picked at crumbs near our shoes. A woman with a pushchair went past, and a man in a very good coat, and a boy with a skateboard shouting in French."Well," I said."Well.""That went all right.""Did it?" He looked at the empty track, and the ticket in his hand that he hadn't needed, and put it in his pocket. "I think it went the way a
The bathroom door was not quite shut.I wasn't listening. I want that on record. I was walking down the corridor at eleven that night with a glass of water, in my socks, when I heard her voice through the gap, low and clipped, not at all the voice from dinner."I said not on this phone."I stopped. The water trembled in the glass."No. I told you. Not now." A pause. "Because I can't, that's why. Because someone could." Another pause, and then, with a coldness that made the hair rise on my arms: "I'll deal with it. Don't ring again."A tap ran. A click. A long, dead silence, the kind a house makes when somebody inside it is listening back.I moved before I'd decided to, backing down the corridor, and was standing at the far end beside a framed print of the lake when the door opened and she came out, a towel in her hand, smiling vaguely at the air."Nova! Still up?""Water," I said, and held up the glass like a witness."Lovely. I never sleep these days. It's the baby, they tell me." Sh
The Hartmann dinner, on Sunday night, was held in a restaurant that sat on the water like a swan.Twelve of us at a long table. Candles in low glass. Julien at the head, and halfway down the opposite side Rhett and Sophie, side by side, her dark green dress fitting her like a decision. I had been put at Julien's right hand. The place cards, in his flowing script, had been rearranged. He caught my eye as I read mine, and didn't even try to look innocent."Everyone, this is Sophie," Rhett said, with the stiff formality of a man introducing his own hostage. "My fiancée.""Nova's told me all about you," said one of the Hartmann women. "How lovely that you could come.""She's been very kind." Sophie turned her smile on me. "Nova takes such lovely care of him. I don't know what he'd do without her."It was warm. It had a thorn in it so small I could have been imagining it, and every person at that table smiled at me like I'd been given a prize.The railway man sat across from me. At my left
Saturday began the way I'd wanted it to.Madame Fournier handed me an apron at five and said "Allez," and I fell into it. I made forty rolls, twelve baguettes, and a tray of apple tarts I was told, in three languages, not to look at too long. The oven roared. The window fogged. For two hours I didn't think about anything except temperature.Then the first customers came in, bleary and grateful, and I wrapped bread in paper and said bonjour with a terrible accent, which Madame Fournier corrected twice and then gave up on, and an old man in a flat cap said "Merci, mademoiselle" like I'd handed him something valuable.Madame Fournier watched me from the other end of the bench and said nothing, which was how she said most things. I was happy. That was the awful part. I was happy, and also something else, a heavy little stone in the bottom of the happiness that I kept stepping around.Rhett had gone out at eight with Sophie. I'd watched them leave. She wore the pale blue scarf. She had tuc
"Oh," Sophie said, taking in the room. "I'm interrupting."She said it brightly. Her eyes went to the pages on the floor, to the blanket round my shoulders, to the two mugs, and then rested on me a fraction longer than anywhere else."We were working," Rhett said."I can see that." She stepped past him into the flat and put her arms round his neck, and he stood in the circle of them like a man being measured for a suit. "Darling. Your face. You look terrible.""I haven't slept.""Clearly. Surprise, by the way." She kissed his cheek and turned to the porter. "Just the hall, thank you. We'll sort the rest."Rhett closed the door. "You should have told me you were coming.""That's the point of the word, Rhett." She laughed, easily, and shrugged out of the camel coat. "The doctor cleared me to fly. I woke up this morning and thought, what's the use of being engaged if I never see my fiancé? So I booked it.""When?""Last night.""At what time?""Does it matter?" She tilted her head at him
The Belvoir deal fell apart on Wednesday at four in the afternoon.Not entirely. Not loudly. A clause in the supplier schedule came back from Hartmann's lawyers with a new date, and the new date broke three others, and by five Rhett was standing at the window of the boardroom with his hands in his pockets, saying very quietly, "No.""It's fixable," Julien said, from the end of the table."I know it's fixable.""It'll take a week.""I know how long it'll take."We went back to the flat at eight and spread the whole file across the floor, because the table was too small. Pages, tabs, highlighters, a cold pizza neither of us touched. Rhett sat with his back against the sofa. I sat across from him with my knees pulled up. He read. I marked. For hours there was nothing in the world except clause numbers and the sound of paper.At half past eleven he took off his glasses. I hadn't known he wore glasses. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a breath that sounded like it had been hel







