Part 44: link
Arthur manages to bring in lebih than enough firewood just before the skies open up.
“Just made it,” he says, dropping the box in the parlor, near the large fireplace.
Guinevere is in the kitchen, putting things away and cleaning things up. Except the fish, which are Arthur’s responsibility. He strolls into the dapur and slides his arms around her waist, Ciuman her shoulder, then the angkasa on the back of her neck between her ponytails.
“Those ikan aren’t going to clean themselves, mister,” she chides; ignoring the flutter his kisses are sending through her body. Ignoring them for the moment, anyway.
He looks over at the shoebox. She sees this, turns in his arms and says gently, “That will keep. The ikan will not, love.” She places a hand on his cheek and kisses him sweetly on the lips, knowing his curiosity is killing him.
“I know,” he drops his forehead and rests it on hers. He sighs. “It won’t take that long to do these two fish.”
As he spreads newspapers down on the counter, Gwen starts rummaging around the kitchen, seeing what she can find to have with the fish. Potatoes. Definitely. Those are easily cooked over the api, kebakaran if need be. Hmm… Fridge. Ah, a lemon, good. Any vegetables in here? Bag of prepared salad; that’ll do. She moves to look through some drawers and cupboards. Foil, foil, foil… ah, good, here it is. Will need that if I’m cooking on the fireplace.
Thunder rolls across the sky outside, sounding like a large boulder rolling through the attic, from one side to the other. Gwen looks up and follows the sound. That was a big one.
“Getting hungry for lunch at all, Arthur?” she asks, returning to the pantry cupboard.
He turns and holds a handful of ikan innards aloft. “Hmm, tasty,” he raises his eyebrows impishly.
“Lovely,” she rolls her eyes, and he drops the entrails on the newspaper.
“Yeah, I could do with a spot of lunch. Anything worth having in there?”
She looks in, says, “Ooo…” and withdraws a box of macaroni and cheese. “Yum.”
“Seriously? You, the gourmet cook?”
“I Cinta this rubbish,” she grins, closing the cupboard door. “I do make a mean baked homemade variety, too, though.”
Gwen bends over to find a periuk in which to boil the water for the macaroni. Arthur, distracted sejak the view, slips with the pisau and nicks his thumb.
“Ah!” he hisses.
“What did anda do?” she asks, straightening and setting the pot down.
“Just cut myself. A little.”
She grabs a paper napkin and walks over to him, taking his hand and looking.
“Yeah, just a little one. Clean, too,” she says, pressing the napkin to it.
“There are some bandages in the bathroom,” he tells her. “Would anda get one for me?”
Men are such babies, she thinks, but says, “Sure. Keep holding that tight; it’ll help stop the bleeding.”
He looks at her with a look that says excuse me, but what do I do for a living? She laughs and goes to find a bandage.
She returns and patches him up, gives him a kiss, and tells him, “You still have to finish cleaning the fish.”
He scowls, saying, “Next time I’ll have to remove the entire thumb.” She swats him playfully on the rear and goes back to making lunch.
“Let’s take our bowls and this box and go out to the conservatory,” Arthur suggests. “It’s mostly windows out there, and we can watch the storm.”
He tucks the box under his arm, picks up his bowl and his drink and follows Guinevere back to the conservatory, where they sit at a small meja, jadual together.
“All we need are some cut-up frankfurters mixed in and Kartun on the telly and we could relive our childhood,” he jokes.
She laughs, “Oh, God, everyone did that, didn’t they? With the hot dogs?”
Arthur opens the box and Gwen takes a few bites, letting him decide how to proceed. He lifts out the stack of letters and looks at them.
Lightning flashes outside, illuminating the glass room as if someone had just taken a foto with a giant camera. saat later there is a loud crack of thunder. Arthur looks up for a moment, then back to the letters.
“They’re in order. Chronologically.”
“Are anda going to read them?” she asks.
He looks up, eyes wide. “Good God, no! That would be… I… don’t want to infringe… It’s private,” he finally decides.
Gwen smiles, understanding. He doesn’t want to risk Membaca anything suggestive that his mother may have written. She leans over, looking as he flips through them.
“Look at the postmarks, Arthur. She was all over. What did your mother do for work?”
“She was a nurse,” he says. “I think she used to travel to poor areas of the world to help provide health care. Checkups, immunizations, that kind of thing. Maybe. She must have written these when she was doing that.”
“Fascinating,” Gwen says as Arthur puts the letters back into the box. He pauses to eat some of his lunch.
“Mmm. This is the best macaroni and cheese I’ve ever had,” he teases.
“I slaved over it, anda know.”
More lightning. The thunder follows faster this time. A gust of wind blows the rain hard against the windows.
“That one was close,” he says, not looking up from his bowl. He looks in the box, frowning for a moment.
He’s afraid to look at the pictures, Gwen realizes.
Putting her hand on his arm, she says softly, “We’ll finish eating, then look at the pictures together. Okay?”
He smiles slightly and nods. She’s Membaca my mind again.
They finish eating in a comfortable silence, the only sound coming from the rain hammering on the windows and the occasional crack of thunder. Guinevere takes the bowls back to the dapur for a rinse.
When she returns she finds Arthur sitting on a sofa near the window. He pats the kerusi, tempat duduk cushion seterusnya to him and she sits, curling up beside him. He is holding the foto-foto in his hand. The bahagian, atas one is of his parents, standing at the front of the church, a basic wedding foto that any married couple would have.
“What are anda afraid of, love?” she asks him quietly.
He actually chuckles. “It’s totally silly and probably not at all what anda think,” he says.
“What?”
“Well, these were hidden for a reason, weren’t they? I mean, what if there are… naughty foto-foto in here? I’ve already been damaged enough being raised sejak my heartbroken father, I don’t need to be traumatized further.”
She smiles, and gently takes the stack from him. She quickly flips through the photos, eyes scanning for anything objectionable. Finding nothing, she hands it back to him.
“I think the most you’ll see is your mother’s leg when they remove the garter during the reception. They look like basic wedding pictures, not wedding night pictures,” she can’t resist needling him just a little.
He goes to the seterusnya picture. Another basic wedding shot, with a tiny elderly lady in the shot as well.
“That’s my Gran,” he points. “She died when I was 18. Really hung in there, though, she was ancient.”
“She’s cute,” Gwen says. “No other grandparents?”
“My granddad and my mother’s parents all died before my parents were married.”
“Wow,” she says. That’s a lot of death.
“It’s a lot of dead people, I know,” he says, voicing her thought. He gives her half a smile. “Granddad was a heavy smoker. Emphysema did him in. My mother’s dad died in a factory accident when she was very young. Her mum got ovarian cancer. I only know this because I wanted to know if I had any, anda know, health issues that I might’ve inherited from them.”
“Smart.”
“Merlin’s idea, actually, while he was in nursing school,” he admits. Another bolt of lightning shoots across the sky, and this one they actually see.
“Nice one,” Gwen says, just before the accompanying thunder interrupts. Arthur looks at her and places his hand on her cheek for just a moment, Ciuman her briefly before turning his attention back to the photos.
He flips through them, stopping at one of his mother with a laughing dark-haired man with his arm around her shoulders.
“My Uncle Andrew,” he says. “He lives in southern France now. We never hear from him.”
“That’s too bad,” Gwen says. At least we don’t have to add him to the Family Body Count.
“Not really. He’s a total prat. Pompous, overbearing, opinionated. France can keep him.”
“Look how beautiful your mother was,” Gwen takes the picture from him and holds it up. “Every woman looks beautiful on her wedding day, but anda can really see the joy in her.”
He takes the picture back and touches his mother’s smiling face with his thumb.
“You have her smile,” Gwen says. “And your eyes are the same blue as hers, exactly.”
He goes to the seterusnya photos, Rawak shots of the reception. People eating. People dancing. Uther dancing with his mother, very sweet. Arthur’s parents dancing, staring into each other’s eyes, holding each other close.
“I can’t get used to seeing my father like this,” he says, pausing on a close shot of their two faces gazing at one another, similar to the other foto they found earlier.
“You do realize you’ll have to give these back to him, don’t you?” she asks.
“What? I was just going to put the box back in the boathouse!”
“Don’t anda dare! This is the perfect opportunity for anda to have a serious chat with your father. anda deserve to know about your mother, Arthur. Keeping her from anda because of his own grief is selfish of him and unfair to you. It’s time he come out of hiding and be a man about this. And you’re the one who’s going to have to drag him out.”
He stares at her. Damn it, she’s right. Again. “You know, your tendency to always be right is going to get irritating after a while,” he says. “But anda are right. I really want to know about her. It’s like she haunts me. But how can I be haunted sejak someone I’ve never met?”
“That’s exactly why anda need to talk to him.”
“I know,” he looks down at the foto in his hands.
“When we get home, would anda call your father and set up a makan malam, majlis makan malam with him, just the two of you?”
“And ambush him?”
“I don’t know if ‘ambush’ is exactly the word I’d use, but basically, yes. Have a nice talk with him. Try to draw him out. It’ll be good for both of you,” she wraps her arm around his waist, leaning her head on his shoulder.
“Okay.”
“Promise?”
“I promise,” he leans down and kisses her just as another flash of lightning illuminates the prematurely darkening sky.
He flips to the seterusnya photo. It’s the garter picture, and since his father is in the process of removing it from her leg with his teeth, Arthur quickly flips past it, making Gwen laugh.
“Lovely; Uncle Andrew caught it. Ick: catching your sister’s garter.” He makes a face.
“Who is that that caught the bouquet?” Gwen asks when they see the seterusnya photo.
He looks close. “I don’t know. Appears to be a bridesmaid, but I don’t know who that is. Probably a school chum atau coworker of Mum’s, I would guess. Poor girl; she probably got groped sejak Andrew during the dance,” he laughs.
There are a few lebih Rawak shots of the reception, then the bahagian, atas foto appears again. “That’s all of them,” he says, and goes to return them to the box.
“What’s this?” he sees one lebih item in the bottom of the box. A newspaper clipping, folded and slightly yellowed. He opens it.
Intoxicated Motorist Kills Pregnant Nurse LONDON – Yvette Pendragon (nee Matthews), 25, was killed early Thursday morning on the A5 Motorway when her car was struck sejak another motorist, believed to be intoxicated at the time. Rebecca Nimueh, 32, also of London, did not yield to telah diposkan signs and collided with Mrs. Pendragon’s vehicle on the driver’s side.
Mrs. Pendragon did not survive her injuries, but her unborn child was delivered safely in the emergency room. Her husband, Uther Pendragon, and their newborn son survive her.
Ms. Nimueh suffered a broken wrist and several scratches and bruises. She was taken into custody sejak police inspectors and is awaiting charges.
“Was she charged? Did she go to prison?” Gwen asks.
“Yes, to both. No idea where she is now. Really don’t care, honestly.” He wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand, folds the artikel and replaces it in the box, putting the foto-foto back on top.
Arthur puts the lid back on the box and sets it on the meja, jadual nearby. He then turns to Guinevere and pulls her to him, into his lap, wrapping his arms around her tightly. She rests her head against him as he buries his face into the side of her neck, apparently his kegemaran place to be.
She lets him hold her, knowing that’s what he needs right now. She strokes his hair with one hand and wraps her arm around his ribs with the other, closing her eyes. There is another flash of lightning that she can sense through her closed eyelids, followed immediately sejak a very loud crack of thunder.
The power goes out.
Part 46: link
Arthur manages to bring in lebih than enough firewood just before the skies open up.
“Just made it,” he says, dropping the box in the parlor, near the large fireplace.
Guinevere is in the kitchen, putting things away and cleaning things up. Except the fish, which are Arthur’s responsibility. He strolls into the dapur and slides his arms around her waist, Ciuman her shoulder, then the angkasa on the back of her neck between her ponytails.
“Those ikan aren’t going to clean themselves, mister,” she chides; ignoring the flutter his kisses are sending through her body. Ignoring them for the moment, anyway.
He looks over at the shoebox. She sees this, turns in his arms and says gently, “That will keep. The ikan will not, love.” She places a hand on his cheek and kisses him sweetly on the lips, knowing his curiosity is killing him.
“I know,” he drops his forehead and rests it on hers. He sighs. “It won’t take that long to do these two fish.”
As he spreads newspapers down on the counter, Gwen starts rummaging around the kitchen, seeing what she can find to have with the fish. Potatoes. Definitely. Those are easily cooked over the api, kebakaran if need be. Hmm… Fridge. Ah, a lemon, good. Any vegetables in here? Bag of prepared salad; that’ll do. She moves to look through some drawers and cupboards. Foil, foil, foil… ah, good, here it is. Will need that if I’m cooking on the fireplace.
Thunder rolls across the sky outside, sounding like a large boulder rolling through the attic, from one side to the other. Gwen looks up and follows the sound. That was a big one.
“Getting hungry for lunch at all, Arthur?” she asks, returning to the pantry cupboard.
He turns and holds a handful of ikan innards aloft. “Hmm, tasty,” he raises his eyebrows impishly.
“Lovely,” she rolls her eyes, and he drops the entrails on the newspaper.
“Yeah, I could do with a spot of lunch. Anything worth having in there?”
She looks in, says, “Ooo…” and withdraws a box of macaroni and cheese. “Yum.”
“Seriously? You, the gourmet cook?”
“I Cinta this rubbish,” she grins, closing the cupboard door. “I do make a mean baked homemade variety, too, though.”
Gwen bends over to find a periuk in which to boil the water for the macaroni. Arthur, distracted sejak the view, slips with the pisau and nicks his thumb.
“Ah!” he hisses.
“What did anda do?” she asks, straightening and setting the pot down.
“Just cut myself. A little.”
She grabs a paper napkin and walks over to him, taking his hand and looking.
“Yeah, just a little one. Clean, too,” she says, pressing the napkin to it.
“There are some bandages in the bathroom,” he tells her. “Would anda get one for me?”
Men are such babies, she thinks, but says, “Sure. Keep holding that tight; it’ll help stop the bleeding.”
He looks at her with a look that says excuse me, but what do I do for a living? She laughs and goes to find a bandage.
She returns and patches him up, gives him a kiss, and tells him, “You still have to finish cleaning the fish.”
He scowls, saying, “Next time I’ll have to remove the entire thumb.” She swats him playfully on the rear and goes back to making lunch.
“Let’s take our bowls and this box and go out to the conservatory,” Arthur suggests. “It’s mostly windows out there, and we can watch the storm.”
He tucks the box under his arm, picks up his bowl and his drink and follows Guinevere back to the conservatory, where they sit at a small meja, jadual together.
“All we need are some cut-up frankfurters mixed in and Kartun on the telly and we could relive our childhood,” he jokes.
She laughs, “Oh, God, everyone did that, didn’t they? With the hot dogs?”
Arthur opens the box and Gwen takes a few bites, letting him decide how to proceed. He lifts out the stack of letters and looks at them.
Lightning flashes outside, illuminating the glass room as if someone had just taken a foto with a giant camera. saat later there is a loud crack of thunder. Arthur looks up for a moment, then back to the letters.
“They’re in order. Chronologically.”
“Are anda going to read them?” she asks.
He looks up, eyes wide. “Good God, no! That would be… I… don’t want to infringe… It’s private,” he finally decides.
Gwen smiles, understanding. He doesn’t want to risk Membaca anything suggestive that his mother may have written. She leans over, looking as he flips through them.
“Look at the postmarks, Arthur. She was all over. What did your mother do for work?”
“She was a nurse,” he says. “I think she used to travel to poor areas of the world to help provide health care. Checkups, immunizations, that kind of thing. Maybe. She must have written these when she was doing that.”
“Fascinating,” Gwen says as Arthur puts the letters back into the box. He pauses to eat some of his lunch.
“Mmm. This is the best macaroni and cheese I’ve ever had,” he teases.
“I slaved over it, anda know.”
More lightning. The thunder follows faster this time. A gust of wind blows the rain hard against the windows.
“That one was close,” he says, not looking up from his bowl. He looks in the box, frowning for a moment.
He’s afraid to look at the pictures, Gwen realizes.
Putting her hand on his arm, she says softly, “We’ll finish eating, then look at the pictures together. Okay?”
He smiles slightly and nods. She’s Membaca my mind again.
They finish eating in a comfortable silence, the only sound coming from the rain hammering on the windows and the occasional crack of thunder. Guinevere takes the bowls back to the dapur for a rinse.
When she returns she finds Arthur sitting on a sofa near the window. He pats the kerusi, tempat duduk cushion seterusnya to him and she sits, curling up beside him. He is holding the foto-foto in his hand. The bahagian, atas one is of his parents, standing at the front of the church, a basic wedding foto that any married couple would have.
“What are anda afraid of, love?” she asks him quietly.
He actually chuckles. “It’s totally silly and probably not at all what anda think,” he says.
“What?”
“Well, these were hidden for a reason, weren’t they? I mean, what if there are… naughty foto-foto in here? I’ve already been damaged enough being raised sejak my heartbroken father, I don’t need to be traumatized further.”
She smiles, and gently takes the stack from him. She quickly flips through the photos, eyes scanning for anything objectionable. Finding nothing, she hands it back to him.
“I think the most you’ll see is your mother’s leg when they remove the garter during the reception. They look like basic wedding pictures, not wedding night pictures,” she can’t resist needling him just a little.
He goes to the seterusnya picture. Another basic wedding shot, with a tiny elderly lady in the shot as well.
“That’s my Gran,” he points. “She died when I was 18. Really hung in there, though, she was ancient.”
“She’s cute,” Gwen says. “No other grandparents?”
“My granddad and my mother’s parents all died before my parents were married.”
“Wow,” she says. That’s a lot of death.
“It’s a lot of dead people, I know,” he says, voicing her thought. He gives her half a smile. “Granddad was a heavy smoker. Emphysema did him in. My mother’s dad died in a factory accident when she was very young. Her mum got ovarian cancer. I only know this because I wanted to know if I had any, anda know, health issues that I might’ve inherited from them.”
“Smart.”
“Merlin’s idea, actually, while he was in nursing school,” he admits. Another bolt of lightning shoots across the sky, and this one they actually see.
“Nice one,” Gwen says, just before the accompanying thunder interrupts. Arthur looks at her and places his hand on her cheek for just a moment, Ciuman her briefly before turning his attention back to the photos.
He flips through them, stopping at one of his mother with a laughing dark-haired man with his arm around her shoulders.
“My Uncle Andrew,” he says. “He lives in southern France now. We never hear from him.”
“That’s too bad,” Gwen says. At least we don’t have to add him to the Family Body Count.
“Not really. He’s a total prat. Pompous, overbearing, opinionated. France can keep him.”
“Look how beautiful your mother was,” Gwen takes the picture from him and holds it up. “Every woman looks beautiful on her wedding day, but anda can really see the joy in her.”
He takes the picture back and touches his mother’s smiling face with his thumb.
“You have her smile,” Gwen says. “And your eyes are the same blue as hers, exactly.”
He goes to the seterusnya photos, Rawak shots of the reception. People eating. People dancing. Uther dancing with his mother, very sweet. Arthur’s parents dancing, staring into each other’s eyes, holding each other close.
“I can’t get used to seeing my father like this,” he says, pausing on a close shot of their two faces gazing at one another, similar to the other foto they found earlier.
“You do realize you’ll have to give these back to him, don’t you?” she asks.
“What? I was just going to put the box back in the boathouse!”
“Don’t anda dare! This is the perfect opportunity for anda to have a serious chat with your father. anda deserve to know about your mother, Arthur. Keeping her from anda because of his own grief is selfish of him and unfair to you. It’s time he come out of hiding and be a man about this. And you’re the one who’s going to have to drag him out.”
He stares at her. Damn it, she’s right. Again. “You know, your tendency to always be right is going to get irritating after a while,” he says. “But anda are right. I really want to know about her. It’s like she haunts me. But how can I be haunted sejak someone I’ve never met?”
“That’s exactly why anda need to talk to him.”
“I know,” he looks down at the foto in his hands.
“When we get home, would anda call your father and set up a makan malam, majlis makan malam with him, just the two of you?”
“And ambush him?”
“I don’t know if ‘ambush’ is exactly the word I’d use, but basically, yes. Have a nice talk with him. Try to draw him out. It’ll be good for both of you,” she wraps her arm around his waist, leaning her head on his shoulder.
“Okay.”
“Promise?”
“I promise,” he leans down and kisses her just as another flash of lightning illuminates the prematurely darkening sky.
He flips to the seterusnya photo. It’s the garter picture, and since his father is in the process of removing it from her leg with his teeth, Arthur quickly flips past it, making Gwen laugh.
“Lovely; Uncle Andrew caught it. Ick: catching your sister’s garter.” He makes a face.
“Who is that that caught the bouquet?” Gwen asks when they see the seterusnya photo.
He looks close. “I don’t know. Appears to be a bridesmaid, but I don’t know who that is. Probably a school chum atau coworker of Mum’s, I would guess. Poor girl; she probably got groped sejak Andrew during the dance,” he laughs.
There are a few lebih Rawak shots of the reception, then the bahagian, atas foto appears again. “That’s all of them,” he says, and goes to return them to the box.
“What’s this?” he sees one lebih item in the bottom of the box. A newspaper clipping, folded and slightly yellowed. He opens it.
Intoxicated Motorist Kills Pregnant Nurse LONDON – Yvette Pendragon (nee Matthews), 25, was killed early Thursday morning on the A5 Motorway when her car was struck sejak another motorist, believed to be intoxicated at the time. Rebecca Nimueh, 32, also of London, did not yield to telah diposkan signs and collided with Mrs. Pendragon’s vehicle on the driver’s side.
Mrs. Pendragon did not survive her injuries, but her unborn child was delivered safely in the emergency room. Her husband, Uther Pendragon, and their newborn son survive her.
Ms. Nimueh suffered a broken wrist and several scratches and bruises. She was taken into custody sejak police inspectors and is awaiting charges.
“Was she charged? Did she go to prison?” Gwen asks.
“Yes, to both. No idea where she is now. Really don’t care, honestly.” He wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand, folds the artikel and replaces it in the box, putting the foto-foto back on top.
Arthur puts the lid back on the box and sets it on the meja, jadual nearby. He then turns to Guinevere and pulls her to him, into his lap, wrapping his arms around her tightly. She rests her head against him as he buries his face into the side of her neck, apparently his kegemaran place to be.
She lets him hold her, knowing that’s what he needs right now. She strokes his hair with one hand and wraps her arm around his ribs with the other, closing her eyes. There is another flash of lightning that she can sense through her closed eyelids, followed immediately sejak a very loud crack of thunder.
The power goes out.
Part 46: link
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