Chapter nineteenOn Tuesday, they shared walnut cake at the Cadena; Wednesday, they ate chicken curry at Raj Lawal restaurant; Thursday, they drank coffee in her room, and on Friday they attended St. Patrick's weekly seminar on theater. They had considered going to the Moulin Rouge on Saturday to see Kenya famy's Moon light, but decided instead to stay in Jason's room and listen to jazz. Lola loved the smell of Jason's room - a comforting mix of Old spice, Brylcreem, and old books. Occasionally, when they were not together, she would catch the scent on Jason's clothes or on the clothing he had touched. His room was on the first floor of staircase IV, Large and sparsely furnished. In it was a bed with three neatly folded blankets - two white and one Milk - and, at the far end of the room, a fireplace, boarded over and replaced with a coin-operated heater. The heater was always on when Lola visited and she suspected he rarely turned it off. He had told her that when he was younger he ha
Chapter twenty"Will you show me a photograph of your mother" "Of course."He stood up and took an envelope from his drawer and then, choosing one of the photographs taken on the day his father had one of his business milestone."And your father?" Jason passed her another picture. Jason didn't resemble his father at all, only the eyes with the thick eyebrows."Any more?" She asked."That's it.""Oh come on!" She tugged at the envelope.It's only a picture of his younger self and one of Jimmy's mother. "Is that Jimmy's mother" she said. Having seen Jimmy with the striking resemblance, he explained, letting her look for herself without making it sad. "I didn't know that" Lola felt relived, staring at Pamela's large brown eyes and perfectly arching eyebrows. Her skin was smooth and her hair swept up high in a Sophie Loren style. She could easily have been a model. "I can't imagine how much you miss her.""We're getting by, me and Jimmy," Jason replied, standing up to change the rec
Lola worried about Jason, not knowing how best to comfort him. She'd hoped that he would return to her grandparent's with her, but he seemed keener to spend the summer with his cousin, which she could understand given that this was his only cousin. In the meantime, although she had been dreading the time away in her parents, things had not been quite as bad as she feared, at least not in the beginning. It helped that Grandma and Grandpa haven't had any fuss lately, and the weather at St Patrick was lovely. There was also Madame Jane's Provençal Cooking, which could never be underestimated. Emelia had come to join them for few days, too, so all was going well until Grandmother received a letter from Nathalie Murdoch. "N" for notoriously nattering, nitwit Nathalie who wrote to inform them (never asking, always announcing) that she and her husband would be visiting over the holiday. Grandfather was delighted (typical). Mother was furious. Mr Murdoch had been grandfather's fri
Dear Jason, How could you possibly think that you were boring me? I want lots of emails and even longer ones, but make it less polite and formal next time. Tell me how much you've been missing me and how much you dream of me - otherwise I'll start wondering what you're up to with those northern lasses! I do wish you are here. The weather is beautiful warm, just as you would like it, and we spend most of our time outdoors. Most days I circle to the near by town of Beaulieu to outdoor Market where we buy fresh breads, pastries and smelly cheeses (I know you are not a fan but just wait till you come). In the afternoons I visit the local café and sip my café-au-lait, while fending off all the French men (ha ha!), And I gaze across the Côte d' Azur and dream of you. And in between these dreams, I've been reading the books you suggested, I also have a few suggestions. I've also corrected one or two grammatical errors - you'll see them marked in red. Well done and très bien! Reading
"Now, we're ready to party!" Abdul announced, Clapping his hands while Jason saw to the women's baskets and carried them to the kitchen."Custard pie. Scotch egg," Abdul mumbled. "Cheese straw. Swiss roll. Treacle tart. Now that's what I'm talking about. Sausage rolls." "Abdul," Joyce shouted."Bloody hell, woman! Abdul jumped, one hand hovering guiltily over the sausages. "Why are you shouting?" "I said I haven't seen your friend here before.""That's because he is just visiting for the first time in a long while, daft thing," Abdul laughed. She waited for an explanation, but none was forthcoming. The boys from the company had arrived, and she had lost Abdul's attention to samir, who wanted to know what they were celebrating. "It's a party for my cousin," Kyle explained."Come ladies, I think you've worked hard enough. Let's join the party." The front room was crowded, and Jason recognised only a few people, some were from the company, others from the hospital, and Mr and M
Lola and Jason shared a stuffy railway carriage back, just the two of them - he sitting on one side, and she on the other, silent. Jason tried to start a conversation by joking about the wedding and the drama that transpired, but Lola wouldn't be moved. "And that crazy woman," Jason added, in a final attempt to coax Lola into talking. Really, he felt sorry for Joyce and ashamed of the way he had avoided her, but he couldn't have risked anything more going wrong in front of Lola things were bad already. "Lola you've been silent all afternoon; surely it's not just because of the wedding?" "I'm fine," she answered coldly. "No, you're not." "Yes, I am." Jason watched as she continued to stare out of the window, occasionally combing her hair with her fingers. "Of course something's wrong.""Well why don't you tell me then, Jason?" She said, turned to glare at him."Tell you what?""Tell me what this wedding was, for you?"How?""Well, let's start with how you were with
That evening they devoured a box of Ritz crackers, a jar of Heinz pickles and the rest of Isabella's Christmas fruitcake. They were clearing the plates when Lola reached for his arm and made him sit. "Jason, we can't keep doing this. Making up and patching things over.""I know," he said, but he wished she hadn't brought it up, not now at least, not after what they had just shared - not on New year's Eve."But you said you wanted a break and now you've come back, and we've done all this, so I'm confused.""I didn't want a break. Couldn't you see that?"And then she stood up again and began gathering the plates. "No wait, Lola." This time he reached for her arm. "I'm sorry for being insensitive, and I'm sorry for burying myself in my work." "But it's not about work, Jason, it's about the way we talk to each other. It's about the way you're always so critical of my views. Yes, you are, Jason. Everytime we talk about religion or women's rights, you've always got something negative to
it was becoming so clear and hard to ignore that Lola had been busy for quite awhile. Her health didn't matter much, Now. You could tell from her face that she was finally, for once becoming happy with Jason, while Steve lurked around her Mother she wasn't going to let Lola go against her choices, Steve can be gone and forgotten regarding Lola's relationship but she wasn't going to let her have the satisfaction of knowing that she Let her go, easily. It came as a surprise (or rather shock) when Jason received the invitation from Mrs Xell to have a talk with the orphan she sponsored in school. Could it be that she is trying to pass a message across to Jason by sending him an invitation to see the kids?. Jason gave many talks and made news headlines, often to schools, and sometimes in press conferences, but this request was the most important thus far. Not only because of his reputation. But principally because the invitation came from Lola's mother and it couldn't have come at a better