Bradley is still here? I looked around, waiting for him to appear out of nowhere again.
Earlier, with her family, she’d been preoccupied, hardly able to answer their questions about what her and Christopher’s life had been like in La Paz, only able to summon the faintest of interest at her mother’s gossip about what was going on in Blickley or Polly’s funny stories about the male-dominated advertising agency where she worked. She had been aware of her father watching her.‘You look pale,’ he’d said to her, quietly, in the kitchen when they were clearing the plates after supper.
‘I’m tanned, Daddy, I can’t be pale.’He laid his palm on her forehead. ‘You’re not ill, are you?’‘No, I’m fine.’
‘Or expecting? If you are, you should be seen by a doctor here straight away. You’ve been working amongst a lot of communicable—’‘I’m not pregnant either,’ she said, swallowing hard, not expecting how difficult it would be to say this. Her father had never asked her before.
‘You’re not my normal Emily.’
‘I’ve seen a lot of difficult things, Daddy,’ she’d said. ‘It’s going to take me a little while to get over them. Right now, I just want to go back there.’William shrugged. Adam took out plates and cutlery and started setting the table for three. It had been his job since he was about eight years old. Robbie glanced over and saw William observing this easy domestic routine with the trace of a frown on his face.
‘Where did you live before Maine?’ Adam asked his brother.‘I was in Charleston for a couple of years. I grew up all over. Oregon, mostly.’
‘Wow, all the way on the other side of the country. What’s Oregon like?’‘It’s sort of like here. A lot of trees and coastline.’