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let it go again. All from a smile Jude didnât really mean.
âI was bricking it,â she said. âI nearly didnât come in.â
âMy dear,â said Lowell, as he had to Jude so recently. âMy dear.â
âEddy,â the girl said. âEddy Preston.â
âPreston?â said Lowell. He was searching her face so intently that Jude itched to remind him his spectacles were still halfway up his forehead. He could use them to take a better look.
âMy step-dad,â said Eddy. âFor a bit.â Jude watched the emotions passing over Lowellâs face like clouds in a high wind. Disappointment then relief. Guilt, finally. âMy mum,â Eddy went on, and then paused, Lowell still as a stone, waiting. âIâm Mirandaâs daughter.â
âButââ said Lowell, then caught it. âMiranda,â he repeated, and his cheeks showed a very faint pink flush. âOf course, dear me. My goodness. How is she? Is she here ? Is she with you?â
Eddyâs lids lifted again, her eyes larger than ever, and Jude knew what she was going to say. But Lowell kept the same mild expectant look on his face, and it hit him like an anvil.
âShe died,â said Eddy. âThree weeks ago.â
Through all the hurt that was coming in the days ahead, the one thing that kept Jude from running away, even walking into the sea, was that right thenâa moment after learning he had a child, the same second he learned his lover had diedâLowell remembered about her parents, about her. He flashed her a look of concern, just a flicker, before turning back to Eddy again.
âWhy did she keep you from me?â
No ums and ahhs . No dear me this time.
Eddy shook her head, staring. âI was hoping you could tell me.â
âMiranda,â said Lowell again and then, âDidnât you ask?â
âI didnât bloody know ,â said Eddy. âShe only told me when she was dying.â
The water was starting to bubble.
âWhat do you take?â asked Jude, but Eddy didnât hear her; didnât answer anyway.
Then the kettle clicked off and Jude filled three mugs, pushed one into Lowellâs hand, and set another one down beside the girl.
âI didnât know if you wanted sugar,â she said, âso I havenât stirred it.â
Eddy was staring at Lowell, who was staring back. They were drinking each other in. It had never seemed true enough to deserve becoming a cliché, but Jude understood it now.
âI always thought you wereââ she said. âI mean, I thought he was dead. Then really late on her last night she told me, âLowland Glenâitâs a bookshop.â I just assumed it was the painkillers. Then a bit later she said, âLowell is your father.â I didnât even put the two things together till days later. Lowell and Lowland. I Googled you.â
âPainkillers?â said Lowell.
âCancer,â Eddy said. âPancreas. She tried so hard. She wanted to see the baby.â She took two slow breaths, through pursed lips in a silent whistle, the kind of breaths learned in baby classes, then sipped the tea and gave Jude a watery smile. âLovely,â she said. âJust how I like it.â
No one likes their tea half sugared and half not, Jude thought, and her heart softened. The poor kid was walking on her eyelashes, choking down horrible tea, scared to ask for anything.
âIâll leave you two to it,â she said, thinking it would be easier on the girl not to have two of them gawping at her. Telling herself that was what she was thinking anyway.
Last she heard as she turned the bend in the stairs was Lowell asking, âAnd is your, um, I mean, dear me, yes, are you all alone on this trip?â
Jude stopped.
âTrip?â said Eddy. Then she gave a little laugh. âMy âumâ? Iâm not married or anything, if
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