unparalleled gifts of the Aga and Carl. He was smiling, you see. Without interruption.
(
At me?
At you!)
Heâll be there still, Chloë; his open face, his broad smile creating those dimples that have quite unnerved you. That are because of you.
Stop it! Iâm going with Gin.
âItâs clicked, my girl! We
have
met before and I do now remember you,â said Gin as she showed Chloë a fine Chippendale chair in the corner of the bathroom.
âI donât think so,â started Chloë, visibly racking her memory.
âDid too!â announced Gin, ushering her to an incongruous dressing-room bedecked with chintz and dainty china trinkets. âThough I must say, Iâdâve passed you in the street â not that we were likely to ever be on the same street had Jocelyn not brought us together now.â
Gin motioned Chloë to sit beside her on a fanciful
chaise longue
. Chloë, who could not think of anything to say, did the same as Mrs Andrews and laid her hands daintily in her lap, as befitting the room.
âOscar!â beamed Gin, leaping to her feet and folding her arms triumphantly across her breast. She led the way to her bedroom. With arms still folded, she heaved herself on to the edge of an impossibly high mahogany bed in a perverted reworking of a Cossack dance. Finally aboard and legs swinging, she said âOscarâ again, with apparent delight.
âOscar?â gawped Chloë, who was now about the same height as the Cossack.
âGracious girl! Your horse!â
âPardon?â
âYour
horse
, of course. Fifteen hands, bay thoroughbreddy thing with a white blaze, sock on the off fore, I seem to remember. Ridden in a grackle. Lovely paces, jumped like a bean. Oscar!â
Chloë was stunned and only the sight of her flabbergasted reflection in a pretty Queen Anne mirror brought her back to the present.
âMy first one-day event?â she squeezed out in a whisper.
âIndeed!â
âWhen I was fif
teen
?â
âIf you say.â
âDid you have jet-black hair?â
âI did indeed! Went grey overnight when I learnt Iâd inherited this place from my brother. Actually, rather when I heard heâd shot himself in the barns the other side of the lane.â
Now Chloë folded her arms too and then stood stock-still awhile, rapidly playing a cine-film of her youth on the wall of her mindâs eye.
âI
do
remember you, Gin!â she said eventually, uncrossing her arms and clambering aboard Ginâs bed. âJocelyn brought you along and we all had whisky in the horsebox!â
âIncluding Oscar!â
âIncluding Oscar.â
It seemed that the upstairs was exclusively Ginâs and the downstairs exclusively the animalsâ. It was therefore some surprise to Chloë that none of the extravagantly furnished rooms upstairs at the farmhouse appeared to be allocated to her. Before, that was, Chloë learnt of The Rafters.
âIâve put you in The Rafters!â boomed Gin as she slung down the ruffle blinds in her bedroom.
âI thought youâd like it up there,â she continued, pushing Chloë back along the corridor towards the bathroom. âYou
could
have the spare room next to mine but as I
ronfle comme un cochon
, I thought youâd be safer and sounder in The Rafters.â
âAs you
what
?â asked Chloë as politely as possible, thinking that it must be French but not as she knew it.
âI snore like a pig!â explained Gin quite soberly. â
Comme un cochon
,â she stressed as she introduced Chloë to a steep staircase hidden by what she had previously presumed to be the airing cupboard door at the back of the bathroom.
âJust remember,â said Gin, with a sparkle in her eye, âto give a hearty three knocks when youâre coming down â Iâm not a pretty sight in the bath, and even less so on the loo!â
Left by
John F. Carr, Don Hawthorne