Late Breaking by K. D. Miller

Author:K. D. Miller [Miller, K. D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Biblioasis
Published: 2018-08-09T17:50:47+00:00

LOST LAKE

“What do you think of this Moyra business?” Since they arrived, their four-year-old has been quoting a new friend who seems to know everything.

Leo shrugs, eyes on his book. “Lots of kids have imaginary playmates.”

“Yeah, but this one’s kind of—”

He puts his book down. Looks at her over his glasses. “What?”

“Well for one thing, where would Leonora get a name like Moyra? There’s no Moyra in any of the books we’ve ever read to her. Believe me, I have those things memorized, and there’s no Moyra. And then, this morning she came to me and reached up and grabbed my boobs and said, Moyra says daddies like these things.”

He laughs. “She’s curious. She’s noticing stuff. And it’s easier to have this Moyra person voice her thoughts.” He play-grabs at Fiona’s breasts. “Maybe she saw us fooling around.”

“Maybe.”

“So what did you tell her?”

“Oh, something vague like, Mummies and daddies who love each other do like to hold each other and touch.”

“Was she satisfied with that?”

“For now.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts. We’ll be into penises and vaginas in no time.”

“I wish.”

“Oh, do you!” He puts his book and glasses on the night table, rolls onto her and buries his face between her breasts. “Daddies like these things,” he growls, reaching down between her legs.

Fiona laughs and lets herself have a good time. Tries to put out of her mind the rest of what their daughter told her.

“Daddy likes the other lady’s things too. Moyra said! Because he’s always looking at them when he thinks nobody will see.”

Fiona kept her face still and her voice calm. “Moyra sounds like a very imaginative little girl. Do you know what imaginative means? Im-ag-in-a-tive?” She can always divert her daughter with a new word.

Afterwards she told herself to forget about the breast business. Okay, Leonora must have seen her father sneaking a peek at Jennifer’s boobs. God knows, she flaunts them enough. But so what? Show me a straight guy who doesn’t do stuff like that and I’ll show you a eunuch. She couldn’t shake off the other thing Moyra apparently told Leonora, though. And she can’t share it with Leo, either.

“I know a new word too!”

“Do you? Tell it to Mummy.”

“Pub—?” The little girl frowned and tried again. “Pub-ul—”

Fiona smiled and nodded encouragement.

“Ish! Pub-ul-ish!”

“Publish. Wow. That is a very grown-up word. Do you know what it means?”

Leonora nodded, proud. “It’s the thing Daddy is never going to do, ever again.”

“What?”

“Moyra said! She said, Your father is never going to publish another word, as long as he lives.”

Fiona’s mouth went dry. Could this be a real person saying these things? An adult? Jennifer, even, with that mean mouth of hers?

“Leonora, is Moyra a grown-up?”

“No.”

“Are you sure she’s a little girl? Like you?”

The child nodded. Then she said, “But she’s real, real old.”

They are staying for a week in an old country house on the shores of Lost Lake in the Laurentians. Leo and Fiona Van de Veld and their four-year-old daughter, Leonora, are on the top floor, in the master bedroom and adjoining nursery.

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