The head of the History Department at Dame Felicias School in Kensington, David was thirty-eight years old, two years divorced and, as house master and second head lived above the job, over four dormitories of unruly little boys, in a Victorian flat with minimal mod cons. His divorce had been an unpleasant messy business, and Joss had been one of his anchor points at the time. She and he might not agree over teaching methods but her loyalty to him as his marriage had unravelled had been unswerving. She had comforted him as his wife took off into the sunset with her new man, propped him up in the staff room with coffee and Alka Seltzer and cheerfully agreed with all his maudlin lamentations over a woman she had never actually met.
When once, some time after the divorce was made absolute, he had grabbed her hand and said, Joss, divorce Luke and marry me, he had realised as soon as he had said it that he was only half joking. He had seen the danger in time and pulled himself together. Being fond of Joss was permissible. Anything more was totally beyond the pale.
So, how is Luke taking all this new-found wealth? He lowered himself cautiously onto a plush-covered stool and passed her one of the glasses.
Joss gave a wry grin. Amazement. Relief. Disbelief. Not necessarily in that order.
And you?
She sighed. Roughly the same. Im still pinching myself. So much has happened to us in the last few weeks, David! I dont think even in my wildest dreams I ever imagined anything like this happening to us! She sipped thoughtfully from her glass for a moment. It was nice of you to call and ask me out. Do you know this is the first break Ive had away from the house in days. There has been so much to do. The firm going under has been a complete nightmare.
David grimaced. I was so sorry to hear about it. He glanced at her. Are they making Luke bankrupt?
Joss shook her head. No, thank God! The mews cottage has saved us. Lukes grandfather bought it after the war when it was worth a few hundred pounds. When Lukes father gave it to us as a wedding present he handed us a fortune, bless him. She gave a sad, fond smile. Its going on the market for a lot of money. If I ever get my hands on Barry Ill throttle him personally if Luke or the police dont get to him first. Our lovely little house!
Thats really tough. But now you have your stately roof in East Anglia to fall back on.
She gave a wry grin. I know. It sounds like a fairy tale. It is a fairy tale! Oh, David, it was so beautiful! And Luke is full of plans. Hes going to turn his hand to restoring old cars again. He is a trained engineer after all, and its what he always loved doing best. I think he was pretty sick of spending all his time on management and paperwork. And theyve let him keep some of the machinery and tools from H & G its out dated by other peoples standards apparently and the buyer didnt want them. Hes retrieved lathes and boring and gear-cutting equipment and all sorts of stuff. I hope hes right in thinking he can make us some money that way, because were going to be awfully short of cash. Next summer we can live off the garden, but its a lousy time of year to be starting out as gardeners! Do you realise well be moving in only a few weeks before Christmas!
Joss, Ive had an idea. David edged himself out of the way of a crowd of noisy drinkers who were settling around the table next to theirs. Thats why I persuaded you to come and have this drink. He paused and gave a theatrical sigh. I know you and I didnt always see eye to eye over history and its teaching!
Joss laughed. Always the master of understatement!
And weve had the odd tiff.
Ditto. She raised her eyes to his fondly. What is this leading to, David? You are not usually so deferential in your suggestions.
First, tell me, are you intending to go back to teaching up there in your new home?
Joss shook her head. I doubt it. I expect theres a village school I dont even know that yet but I shouldnt think theres any scope locally for the kind of teaching I do. Anyway, I think Ive had it with teaching, David, to be honest.
You werent sorry when you handed in your resignation before Tom was born. Even I could see that.
And you were probably relieved to see the back of me. She looked down at her glass.
You know thats not true. He hesitated. Youre a good teacher, Joss. I was desperately sorry to lose you. He paused. In more ways than one. There was an uncomfortable silence. Pulling himself together with a visible effort he went on. You care about the kids, and you inspire them. Something not all history teachers manage by any means. I know we sometimes rowed about your methods, but I was only worried about your ability to stick to the curriculum. He stopped and shook his head. Im making a mess of this. What Im trying to say is, that Ive a suggestion to make and I dont want you to get hold of the wrong end of the stick. This is not an insult or a sinister plot to undermine your intellectual integrity. And above all I am not criticising your knowledge or interpretation of history, but I think you should give some serious consideration to the idea of turning your hand to writing. Fiction.
He waited, his eyes fixed on her face.
Which is more my line than serious history, you mean. Joss hid a smile.
I knew you would say that! He smacked the table with the palm of his hand. No, it is not what I mean. All right. You told the kids stories. They loved it. I dont think it was good history but it was good teaching. They wanted more and they missed you like hell when you left. Joss, what Im saying is that you are a born story teller. You could make money out of it. Im sure you could. Ive read some of your short stories. You even won that competition. Im being serious. I have a feeling that you could do it. I know one or two people in the publishing business, and if you like, I will show them some of your writing. I dont want to get your hopes up too much because its a chancy business, but I have a feeling about you. He smiled at her again. A good feeling, Joss.
She returned his smile. Youre a nice man, David. She reached out her hand to his.
I know. He left his fingers lying there beneath hers on the table for just a moment too long then reluctantly he withdrew them. So, I have your permission to show some stories around?
You have my permission. Thanks.
And I can come and see you as soon as youre settled?
Of course you can. I shall miss you, David.
He picked up his glass. And I you, Joss. And I you.
Joss was kneeling on the floor packing china when she told Luke of Davids idea that evening.
He considered it for a minute, his head on one side, then thoughtfully he nodded. You can write and you did win that competition. Joss, its a brilliant scheme!
Winning a competition with a short story is not the same as making a living out of writing, Luke.
No, but you could give it a go. And we are going to need money, Joss. Make no mistake about it.
She frowned, wrapping her arms around her knees as she sat on the floor. Its going to be tough at Belheddon, isnt it.
He nodded. Just pray the roof doesnt leak. Your mother and father meant well, leaving the place to you, Im sure they did, but its going to take some looking after.
Well manage though. Or you will. Im glad I married a practical man! And who knows, once were settled, maybe Ill even write a best seller, too. She glanced up at him through the dark fringe of her hair. Its a dream come true, Luke.
He slid from his chair and sat down next to her amongst the debris of boxes and partly packed cups and plates. I know it is, Joss. Putting his arm round her shoulders he pulled her to him and kissed her. Just remember, we have to keep a tight grip on reality. We are going to have to work our socks off to keep that place going, and its not going to be easy.
6
As the removal van drove slowly out of the drive and turned out of sight Joss turned to Luke. She caught his hand. Thats it. Bridges burned. No going back. No regrets? She looked up at him.
He smiled. No Joss, no regrets. This is the start of a big adventure.
Slowly they walked back into the kitchen. The room had in many ways not changed at all since the first day they had seen it. The range was still there, and to their joy had been found to be fully functional after an overhaul; the plates and cups on the dresser had been washed and were sparkling. The heavy table, decorated now with a scarlet poinsettia, a gift from John Cornish, had been scrubbed almost white by Josss mother, Alice. The crates of their own china and glass stood piled along the wall. Toms high chair was pulled up at the head of the table.
Alice was bending over the pan on the stove, stirring something which smelled extremely appetising as they walked in.
Removal men gone? Her husband, Joe, was unwrapping saucepans with his small grandsons help, making a huge pile of newspaper in the middle of the room.
Gone at last, thank God. Luke threw himself down in one of the chairs. That smells wonderful, Alice.
His mother-in-law smiled. You know, Im really enjoying cooking on this range. I think Im getting the hang of it at last. This is real cooking! The range had been one of the urgent things they had had repaired before the move. She glanced at Joss. Why dont we all have a glass of wine, while I finish this. Let Lyn take Tom, Joe. She can give him his tea. Comfortably she stood away from the stove, wiping her hands on the front of her apron.
There were two bottles of wine in a Sainsburys carrier on the table and a six pack of beer. Corkscrew? Joss extricated the bottles and stood them in line with the poinsettia. After the weeks of worry and packing and organising the move she was so exhausted she could hardly stand.
On my boy scout knife. Luke grinned at her. Do you remember the removal foreman telling us: Leave out the kettle and the corkscrew or youll never find them again after. He fished around in the pocket of his jacket and produced a corkscrew which had obviously been nowhere near a boy scout in its life. Beer for you, Joe? And I think Ill join you. Its thirsty work, moving house!
Sitting at the table, watching her sister cut up an apple and put the pieces in front of Tom Joss felt a sudden wave of total contentment. It would probably take them years to sort out the house; months to unpack, but at least they were here properly now. No more London; no more office for Luke as he tried to sort out the last-minute details of his former life. And here they had enough room to put up Joe and Alice and Lyn and anyone else who wanted to come and stay for as long as they wanted.
Helping herself to a glass Alice sat down next to her. Ill leave that to simmer for a couple of hours. Then we can eat. You look done in, love. She put her hand over Josss.
Done in, but happy. Joss smiled. Its going to work. I know it is.
Course it is. Joe had gone back to pushing the crumpled newspaper into a black plastic sack, considerably hampered by Tom who was pulling out the pieces as fast as Joe was putting them in, and tossing them around the room. Youre all going to be very happy here. He reached for his beer. So, lets drink a toast. To Belheddon Hall and all who sail in her!
The sound of the back doorbell was almost drowned by their raised voices. It was Luke who, with a groan, levered himself to his feet and went to answer it.
They had met Janet Goodyear several times since she had introduced herself on their first visit to the house almost three months before and Joss was beginning to like her more and more. Her first impression of an interfering and nosy neighbour had been replaced by one of a good-hearted and genuinely kind, if not always tactful, woman, who, far from being pushy was in fact diffident about intruding on her new neighbours. In her basket this time was a bottle of Scotch (For emergencies, but I can see youve thought of the alcohol bit already,) and, what turned out to be a corn dolly. Accepting a glass of wine from Luke she pulled up a chair next to Joss. Youll probably think Im dotty, she said cheerfully, but I want you to hang this up somewhere in the kitchen here. For luck.
Joss reached over and picked up the intricately plaited figure. Its beautiful. Ive seen them of course
This isnt a souvenir shop piece of tweeness, Janet interrupted. Please dont think it is. It was made specially for you. Theres an old chap who used to work on the farm he does some odd gardening jobs for us now and he made it for you. He asked me to bring it. Its to ward off evil.
Joss raised her eyes from the plaited straw. Evil?
Well Janet shrugged you have probably gathered by now that the locals are a bit funny about this house. She laughed uncomfortably. I dont believe it. Ive always loved it here. It has such a nice atmosphere.
What do they say exactly? Clearing away the remains of his apple, Joss pushed a plate of scrambled egg in front of Tom and put a spoon into his hand.
I dont know that we want to know, dear, Alice put in quietly. You look at the range, Mrs Goodyear. What do you think of it now? Joss had told her mother about the estimate of twenty thousand.
I think its wonderful. Still cheerfully unaware of the consternation her initial comments on the state of the house had caused, Janet swung round to inspect it. Its so clever of you to get it fixed so quickly.
You could join us for supper later, Joss interrupted. Mum has made enough for an army as usual.
Thank you but no. Janet drained her glass and stood up. I only came to bring you the dolly. The last thing you all want is a visitor on your first evening. Later, though, Id love to come. And in the mean time if you need anything at all we are very close. Please, please dont hesitate to ask. She smiled round at them, then pulling her scarf back over her head, she was gone.
Nice woman, Janet Goodyear, Luke said to Joss when they were alone in the great hall later. They had made no attempt to introduce any of their furniture there. The room was too big, too stately, and, they both agreed needed no more than was there already.
The meal had been eaten and the beds made up and Lukes first job, a rusty, shabby 1929 Bentley, had been ushered into the yard on the back of a low loader. It hadnt even required an advertisement in the paper. A card in the shop, and a few words in the pub and the phone had rung three days later. Colonel Maxim, from the next village had owned the car for twelve years and had never got round to working on it himself. Luke could start on it as soon as possible, and when that was done, there was a 1930 Alvis belonging to a friend.