âBefore I forget,â she said. âThanks so much for showing it to me.â
âHave you asked permission to quote from it?â
âNot yet, but Iâm hoping to meet Mr Latymer next week, at a fundraising event.â
âI wonder if he remembers writing it,â Catherine mused. âHowâs the portrait coming along?â
âAll right, I believe.â
âYou havenât seen it?â
âOh no; work in progress is kept strictly under wraps. Quite literally, in fact: last time I went into the studio, Max draped a cloth over the easel.â
Catherine laughed. âIâm sure if I were having my portrait done, Iâd want to look at it after every session.â She hesitated. âDid you ask him about speaking to our group?â
âYes, but Iâm afraid the response was as I expected.â
Their coffee and pastries arrived, and Rona embarked on her Viennese slice.
âYou seem to have had a successful shop,â she commented, glancing at the packages on the floor.
âSo-so. I still havenât found a present for my son; itâs his birthday next week.â
Rona looked up in surprise. âYou have a son?â
âI have indeed, and a daughter-in-law. They live in Cricklehurst.â
âI donât know why, but I neverââ Rona broke off in confusion, belatedly remembering the young couple in the photograph who, for some reason, sheâd assumed to be a niece or nephew.
âDonât I look maternal?â Catherine asked, with an amused smile. âLet me try to redeem myself: Daniel works for a computer firm in Stokely and his wife, Jenny, manages a flower shop. Theyâve been married three years now, and one reason I didnât leave Marsborough when my mother died was because it was within easy reach of them without being on their doorstep.â
Ronaâs face was flushed. âIâm sorry â I didnât mean toââ
âMy dear, thereâs nothing to apologize for; Iâm just surprised Iâve never happened to mention them. Yourââ She broke off, flushing in her turn.
There was a brief, taut silence, then Catherine said quietly, âThis is ridiculous; what I was going to say is that your father has met them â or, at least, Daniel.â
Rona gazed at her, mouth suddenly dry, and she went on quickly, âHe very gallantly came to our rescue â twice, in fact. I was waiting for a bus one day when my car was in dock, and he kindly stopped and ran me home. And as if that werenât imposition enough, while we were having a cup of tea, Daniel phoned to say Jenny was having a miscarriage.â Her brows drew together, remembering. âIt would have meant a taxi all the way to Stokely, but your father insisted on driving me there. It was so kind of him.â
Some comment seemed called for, and Rona forced herself to say, âI see.â And she did â partly. It explained how the friendship â if thatâs what it was â had begun, but sheâd seen them together on a totally different occasion.
Catherine was watching her a little warily, perhaps anticipating further questioning, but loyalty to her father prevented it. Instead, Rona added simply, âThat sounds like Pops.â
Embarrassed and uncertain, sheâd suddenly had enough of the discussion, and, hurriedly finishing her coffee, she retrieved her handbag and took out her purse.
Catherine shook her head. âThis is on me,â she said firmly, as she signalled for the bill. âI was glad of the chance to see you again. I do hope, now our professional contact is over, we can still meet occasionally?â
âIâd like that,â Rona said awkwardly, wondering, even as she spoke, if it was the truth. Certainly when sheâd first met Catherine, sheâd hoped a friendship would develop between them; she had found the older womanâs sense of calm