A Nice Derangement of Epitaphs by Ellis Peters

Author:Ellis Peters
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fiction, Mystery & Detective, General
ISBN: 9780751530988
Publisher: Futura
Published: 2004-11-15T14:18:39.480000+00:00

Paddy opened his eyes and stretched delightedly, and then remembered why everything felt and looked different to-day. Not necessarily better or worse, not yet; just different. And as if in answer to a call which had certainly never been uttered except, perhaps, in his mind, Phil was suddenly there in the room, bringing him a clean pair of slacks and a shirt from the airing cupboard.

“Good morning, mudlark! How do you feel this morning?”

He felt strange; larger than usual, more responsible, and more subdued. Big with all the things he had to think about. But beyond all question, he felt good. Good, in a state of well-being; and good, virtuous.

“I feel fine. Is it really that time? And I’ve got to go to the police station, haven’t I?” He sat up, solemn-faced, remembering.

“Mummy!” The sudden charged softness of his voice warned her what was coming, but he was longer about framing it than she had expected, and the end-product, when it emerged, was a revelation.

“Mummy, who was I?”

Her heart gave a leap of joy and triumph. She thought: Poor Simon! She laid Paddy’s clean clothes on a chair, and came and sat down on the edge of his bed. Flushed and bemused from long sleep, he faced her earnestly and trustingly, and waited for an answer. It mattered, just to the private thinking he had to do about himself; but it couldn’t affect what they had between them now.

“You know,” he said, “what I mean.”

“Yes, I know. Your mother was a very nice girl, a good friend of ours, Paddy. She was only twenty-one when she died, from some illness that came on after you were born. And her husband—your father—You know him, Paddy. You know him very well, and he’s very fond of you. You know him as Uncle Simon.”

He didn’t exclaim, his face didn’t show surprise, or consternation, or relief, or pleasure, or anything else but the same charged gravity. He accepted it, and sat digesting it.

“His wife died,” said Phil, “and left you on his hands. He was just beginning to be well-known then, and he had a contract for his first big tour. He couldn’t take a baby with him. And I’d lost one only a few months before, and the doctors said I couldn’t have another. So you mustn’t blame him too much. He loved his wife very much, and he was wretched about losing her, and wanted to get away. It wasn’t just fear of losing his big opportunity.”

Since she had invited this single combat, she felt obliged to conduct it scrupulously; and besides, one should never allow a child to contemplate the possibility that he may have failed to make himself loved. But was this a child facing her? The fluffy crest and slender neck and unformed forehead said yes; the grave eyes and something in the set of the face suggested that this juvenile image was already a little out of date.

“It doesn’t mean he didn’t love you,” said Phil firmly. But

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