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‘How did she sound?’
‘She was crying,’ Marina said. ‘Hysterically.’
‘And Star and CeCe?’
‘As usual, CeCe was in charge of their joint arrangements. I didn’t speak to Star. CeCe sounded utterly shocked, poor thing, like the wind had been taken out of her sails. They only arrived home from Vietnam ten days ago. Have some fresh bread, Maia. I’m sure you haven’t eaten anything yet this morning.’
Marina put a slice slathered with butter and jam in front of me. ‘I dread to think how they’re all going to be,’ I murmured as I took a bite.
‘They will all be as they always are, and react in their own, different ways,’ replied Marina sagely.
‘And of course, they all think they’re coming home for Pa’s funeral,’ I said with a sigh. ‘Even though it would have been a hugely upsetting event, at least it would also have been a rite of passage, a chance for us all to celebrate his life, put him to rest and then hopefully begin to move on. Now, they’ll arrive home simply to find their father gone.’
‘I know, Maia. But what’s done is done,’ said Marina sadly.
‘Surely, at the very least, there are friends or business associates that we should tell?’
‘Georg Hoffman said he would be doing all that. He called me again this morning to find out when you’d all be here, so he can arrange to come and see you. I told him I’d let him know as soon as we’d been in touch with Ally. Perhaps he can shed some light on the mysterious workings of your father’s mind.’
‘Well, I hope someone can,’ I muttered grimly.
‘Now, do you mind if I leave you to eat alone? I have a thousand things to do before your sisters arrive.’
‘Of course. Thank you, Ma,’ I said. ‘I don’t know what we’d all do without you.’
‘Or I without you.’ She patted me on the shoulder and left the kitchen.
4
Just after five that evening, after an afternoon of wandering aimlessly about the gardens, then trying to settle down to some translation work in an attempt to take my mind off Pa, I heard the motor launch pulling in at the jetty. Relieved that Tiggy had finally arrived and that at least I’d no longer be alone with my thoughts, I flung open the front door and ran across the lawns to greet her.
I watched her as she emerged gracefully from the boat. Pa had often suggested that she take ballet lessons when she was younger; for Tiggy didn’t walk, she floated, carrying her lithe, slim body so lightly, it was as if her feet didn’t touch the ground. She had an almost other-worldly presence, with her huge liquid eyes, framed by thick eyelashes, dominating her heart-shaped face. As I watched her, I was suddenly struck by her resemblance to the fragile young deer she so ardently took care of.
‘Darling Maia,’ she said, stretching out her arms towards me.
We stood for a moment in a silent embrace. When she pulled back from me, I saw her eyes were brimming with tears.
‘How are you?’ she asked.
‘Shell-shocked, numb . . . You?’
‘The same. Still unable to take it in,’ she replied as we began to walk towards the house, our arms clasped tightly around each other’s shoulders.
Tiggy stopped abruptly on the terrace and turned to me.
‘Is Pa . . . ?’ She glanced at the house. ‘If he is, I just need to prepare myself for a moment.’
‘No, Tiggy, he’s not in the house any longer.’
‘Oh, I suppose they’ve taken him to a . . .’ Her voice tailed off miserably at the thought.
‘Let’s go inside, have a cup of tea and I’ll explain everything.’
‘You know, I tried to feel him . . . I mean, his spirit,’ Tiggy said with a sigh. ‘But there’s simply a void; nothing there.’
‘Maybe it’s too soon to feel anything,’ I comforted, used to Tiggy’s strange ideas and not wishing to crush them with harsh pragmatism. ‘I certainly can’t,’ I added as we walked into the kitchen.
Claudia was at the sink and as she turned to see Tiggy – who I’d always suspected was her favourite – I saw the sympathy in her eyes.
