The Family Secret. Terry Lynn Thomas
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she’s sold a few paintings. She’s got talent, Thomas. I mean she’s really good. I’ve never seen anyone work so hard. It seems cruel to take something she loves so much away from her.’
‘There’s a day school for her there. Surely Lydia can give her projects to do. They could communicate via the post.’
They made arrangements. Thomas waited while Cat called the agent and agreed to lease the house. He sipped his lemonade as Cat took notes about furnishings, linens, and other mundane household items. She hung up the phone, excited, focused, and busily making lists.
‘I’ll have to give away most of my clothes. I don’t see how I can possibly take them all on the train.’
Thomas shook his head. ‘Clothes will be rationed at some point.’
‘Clothes? Surely not.’
‘It’s bad, Cat. All of the extra leather and fabric will go for shoes, uniforms, parachutes, you name it. Save your clothing. All of it.’
Their eyes met as the gravity of the situation sunk in.
‘How will I get there? Surely I can’t take all the trunks on the train.’
‘I’ll see to it. Pack all your clothes, linens and the like. I’ll arrange a lorry. Can you be ready the day after tomorrow?’
‘Yes,’ Cat said, serious now.
‘Thank you for agreeing to leave. I’ll sleep better because of it.’ Thomas stood. ‘Can you and Annie see yourselves to the train? I’ve things to tend to here, but hope to leave within a few days. I’ll send the lorry for your belongings the day after tomorrow and send word when I arrive in Rivenby.’
‘Of course.’ She capped her fountain pen and stood up. ‘I’ll show you out.’
They walked upstairs together, talking of Cat’s childhood in the country. When they reached the door, she turned to him, rose up on her toes and kissed his cheek. It took every ounce of discipline not to wrap his arms around her.
‘Thank you, Thomas. I should have known you would save the day.’
‘Glad to be of service.’ Thomas tipped his hat. ‘Safe travels.’
‘To you as well,’ Cat said. ‘See you in a few days.’
Thomas waited while Cat shut the door behind him and slid the bolts in place. Once he knew she was locked in the house, he headed towards the square where – if providence smiled on him – he would find a taxi. His heart swelled. He had seen the promise in Cat’s green eyes. His question had been answered.
* * *
Cat leaned against the front door, weak-kneed, surprised at the physical reaction to seeing Thomas again. One look at him had opened the flood gates. The emotion she had so successfully been hiding rushed over her. She loved him. After her failed attempt at working with Sir Reginald, Thomas had championed her photographs and had used them in his books, ultimately lettering her serve as art director for the last book they had worked on together. Thomas’s support had galvanized the bond between them. Their creative work had become a partnership. The sum of their whole – the books they produced – a marriage of Thomas’s keen prose and Cat’s pictures. One critic had said that the photos in the book had their own personality and evinced an emotional response. Cat would never forget Thomas’s supportive friendship while she had dealt with the fallout of her husband’s murder and his massive estate. She liked the work. She liked her independence. She loved Thomas. And that had been the problem.
Thomas loved her. She knew it. By all methods of logic, they should be married right now. But they weren’t. And it was all because of Cat, and the internal war that raged within her. If there had been any questions about her feelings for him, they were answered these past few months while he had been away. Her heart ached with longing for him, while her mind worried for his wellbeing. And yet – wasn’t there always an ‘and yet’ – whenever Cat let the fantasy run its course, whenever she envisioned herself married to Thomas, sharing his house, his life, his bed, she was overcome with a sense of panic so strong it knocked her to her knees. Her heart loved Thomas Charles. Her mind was scared to death of committing to him. She simply wasn’t ready to share a house with anyone – except Annie, of course.
Lydia – who could see the conflict of emotions and anxiety in her niece – suggested that Cat see a psychiatrist. But Cat resisted, trusting that her troubles would sort themselves out. And then she and Thomas had nearly kissed. For a brief moment, Cat had let herself go. One moment she had been swept away, weak-kneed as a school girl. Seconds later, she tasted bile. She had pulled away – ran away – like an adolescent. The next day, Thomas left without a word.
And now he’s come home, so it’s time to repair things between us. In truth, moving to Cumberland was the answer to everything. It would be best for Annie, and Cat could only hope it would provide an opportunity for her to make things right with Thomas. She had to manage this relationship somehow. Thomas deserved that.
With fresh resolve, Cat spent the entire afternoon calling the members of her various committees, handing off her responsibilities to any able-bodied soul who would take them. She explained her decision to take Annie to the country, as the child was nervous and on edge. Most of her fellow members were supportive. Those who responded with irritation changed their ways when Cat promised a generous cheque in lieu of her hands-on efforts. With each call the idea of the move became more agreeable. How perfect it would be to return home, where the summers weren’t so sweltering, where Hitler’s bombs would be less likely to fall. How lovely of Thomas to arrange it all.
When the last call had been made and the papers filed away, Cat sat at the kitchen table for a moment, thinking of Rivenby, the place she had called home until her parents had been so tragically taken from her nearly twenty-two years ago.
That morning, she had gone walking on the moors. On her way back home, she had seen Beth kissing the boy who Cat thought was the love of her life. She hadn’t confronted them. Instead, she had run home to her mum, hot tears running down her cheek. In her mind’s eye, she conjured the kitchen of her childhood, with the flagstone floor, the warm Aga, and the curtains billowing in the afternoon breeze. How desperate she had been for her mother’s comfort. But her mum wasn’t there. Her Aunt Lydia sat at the table, crying into a handkerchief, a cold cup of tea before her on the table. ‘It’s your parents, pet …’
Cat shook her head, tamping down the memories that threatened. Lydia had swept her away to London and had done her best to help Cat forge a new life.
Reaching for another piece of the thick linen paper she favoured, Cat started a new list of the things she had to do before she and Annie moved. Tomorrow she would start getting things sorted. She and Annie would need new coats, sweaters, Wellies, and other necessities for life in the country. By the time Annie and Lydia returned home, Cat had a plan in place.
Annie and Lydia found her in the darkened front room, the curtains drawn against the sun, drinking a large cup of tea. Lydia took one look at her and raised an eyebrow. She sent Annie off to wash up.
‘So you’ve talked to him? Told him how you feel? Annie’s been talking about the two of you all day. She’s fantasized the wedding, the dress, and she hopes to be in the wedding party.’
‘Whatever gave her that idea?’ Cat set her cup down.
Her aunt gave her a knowing look. Cat ignored it. She patted the spot next to her on the sofa. ‘Before Annie comes down, I need to talk to you.’
Lydia sat.
‘Thomas has offered me my job back. He’s been commissioned to write a series of books on monastic houses in Cumberland. I’ve decided to go with him. Annie will be safe there. The research should be interesting.’
Lydia snorted. Cat pushed on.
‘You can come with us, if you’d like. I’d feel better if you were out of the city.’
‘No. I’ll stick it out. I’ll have my cage in the