Masters And Lovers 1-4

Chapter 11

“How about the bar and a beer?”

“A beer?”

“I really appreciate the help you’ve been giving Elizabeth with those old papers of Albert’s. The least I Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

can do is buy you a drink.”

“Thank you, Richard. That’s a great idea.”

“This round’s on me.”

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“So, are you finding anything of interest in that appalling pile of garbage from Elizabeth’s old uncle?”

Michael muses into his glass. “Depends what you’re looking for I suppose, but it’s actually quite

interesting, seeing someone else’s life like this. Once you get past thirty-year-old bus tickets, you find

the things that really tell you something.”

“Like what?”

“Did you know he was a bankrupt?”

“Was he now…”

Wonder if Elizabeth knew that….

“…. That could explain a lot. What little I saw of him was mainly complaints that things weren’t as they

should be, and everything was better in his day.”

“Mind you….” Michael gulp at his beer. “…. he must have recovered from it. At least enough to have

owned his own home when he died.”

“Ah-ah.” I shake my head. “That house came from his second marriage. His first wife left him

apparently. There was talk in the family that he married the second one because she was quite well-

off.”

Michael regards me from over his glass. “It doesn’t sound as though you liked him much?”

“Well, the old boy didn't like me much either. Not that he had much to say. He was already pretty

addled by the time I first met him. When she went to visit him, I’d just drop Elizabeth off, and return a

couple of hours later to collect her. And since I was paying his care bills by then, it hardly mattered

what he thought of me. Elizabeth knew I was doing the right thing by him and that’s all that matters to

me.”

Michael nods, apparently deep in thought.

Time to change the subject….

“So how are the wedding plans coming along?”

He is immediately more cheerful. “Ah, fine. Beth’s been a brilliant help. She comes up with all kinds of

things that James and I would miss…. You know…. Girl things…. I think Charlotte would be completely

out of her depth without her.”

“Did she want a big wedding?”

“James wanted it for her. And in fairness, so do I.”

“And for yourself, of course.”

He smiles. “Of course. You only do this kind of thing once.”

Let’s hope that’s true….

I jerk a thumb back to the dining room. “What’s with James and Ben? They don’t get on?”

“Ben? Oh, he's a miserable bastard.” Michael stares into his empty glass, then offers it to the barman

for a refill. “I shouldn't say it about my own brother, but he is. He lives too much in the world of how it

ought to be and not enough in the world as it is. Plus, right now, he's sulking because he thinks he

should have been my Best Man.”

I wait until the barman has passed across the fresh glass and retreated along the bar. In a lowered

voice, “I assume Ben doesn't know about you and James having met in the clubs?”

He snorts. “You've got to be kidding. No, it's not something I would ever tell him.”

“And your, um, arrangement over Charlotte?”

He rubs his nose. “I'll tackle that one in time.” Then sucking an inch from the top of the glass, “A good

part of the problem is Ben’s own background. He was never what you’d call the sunny sort, but he

wasn’t too bad until his own marriage went overboard.”

“Ben was married?”

“Briefly, yes. But he found out that his wife had been playing away from home with his best friend. The

was the end of the marriage….”

“I can imagine.”

“…. and it’s left him with a chip on his shoulder and a misplaced sense of protectiveness towards me.”

He takes the rest of the glass in one long swallow, then wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. “You

were right. I needed that. Thanks, Richard.”

“My pleasure.”

“Now, back to work.” He turns to head for the door. “Let’s see if I can put together a seating plan that

won’t result in the meltdown of civilisation as we know it.”

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