like.â
âWell, he looks his age: midtwenties. If youâd asked me to guess, thatâs what Iâd have said. Heâs a lot bigger than you, quite wide across the shoulders, but thereâs a lot of flesh there. I like my men skinnier. Heâs probably an inch or two taller than you, and heâs got these chubby cheeks, wavy dark hair, and he kind of looksâI donât knowâ¦â
âWhat?â
âOf being, on top, rather smug, though underneath I think heâs rather confused.â
âYou got a lot out of a brief glimpse.â
âOh, but I didnât have just a glimpseâ¦I let him go by and saw him go into number twenty-five. Then I just sat and waited for a half hour or so. I didnât want to interrupt their long-overdue reunion.â
âSensitive of you, if rather cynically expressed.â
âThat about sums up my feelings about Mum. I could have imagined that she might be pleased and emotional about the whole thing, but sheâs never mentioned him. So that I couldnât believe that he meant very much to her.â
âBut eventually you invented an excuse for going back, I assume.â
âOf course. I gave them plenty of time to take the first steps, then I walked back home, let myself in, shouted, âSorry, I forgot a book,â and went straight upstairs. I nearly shouted, âI wonât interrupt,â which I would have done if it had been one of Peggyâs men who was there, but I definitely did intend to interrupt, so luckily I didnât. As it turned out, when I came downstairs with a book in my handâIâd left my bag with all the other books in it down by the gateâthere he was in the door of the sitting room. He came forward with his hand out. âHi!â I said. âIâm Christa Webster, Peggyâs daughter.â He shook my hand. âIâm Terry Telford,â he said. âIâm Peggyâs son. Your elder brother.â â
âDid you act surprised?â
âIf I did, I didnât do it convincingly. Mum was behind the sitting room door, watching us. She said, like she was accusing me, âYou knew. Knew about Terry. Someone told you.â Poor Terry was starting to look really confused by this time. She said, âIt must be that blasted father of mine. Though he and Mum were very keen to keep it quiet at the time, and I thought they had since as wellâ¦. Iâm pretty sure Graham never knew, but youâve met him recently, and I did sort ofâ¦â And Terry said, âWhoâs Graham?â Peggy didnât reply directly. She just took him in her arms and said, âI think thereâve been enough surprises for one evening, donât you, Terry darling?â â
âI can see her point,â said Graham.
âYeah, I guess. Better not make a meal of it. Anyway, Mother gave me a warning look, meaning I should make myself scarce, so I thought Iâd stay a little longer. I looked at Terry and said, âSo where have you been all my life?â which was really aimed at her, not him. He smiled, a bit awkwardly, and said heâd been with his adoptive parents, and theyâd gone to America for a while, but now they were home again, and so was he. I said, âAre you still living with your parents?â and he said no, heâd moved out, and was doing supply teaching.â
âSupply teaching? That can be tough. Is he doing it in the London area? I should think thatâs tantamount to slow suicide.â
âI think itâs in London,â said Christa thoughtfully. âHis parents live in Wimbledon, and he used their address when he posted his appeal on the Internet. He says heâs trying to get his American degree recognized here, then heâll apply for permanent jobs.â
âWell, that fills in the gaps,â said Graham. âAnything else?â
âWhen I refused to go, or rather just