House of the Hanged by Mark Mills Read Free Book Online

delightedly.
    It didn’t happen.
    They tied up at the buoy where the rowboat was already tethered and waiting for them. The Scylla , Tom’s old knockabout dinghy, lay at her anchor nearby.
    â€˜So,’ he asked, ‘what do you make of her?’
    â€˜What do you think I make of her! She’s the closest thing to perfection I’ve ever helmed.’
    â€˜That’s good, because she’s yours.’
    Lucy stared, unsure if she’d heard him correctly.
    â€˜Your twenty-first birthday present. A week early, I know, but I couldn’t wait.’
    Lucy was speechless.
    â€˜She comes with free transport to England . . . I might even sail her back myself. Should ruffle a few feathers down at the Lymington Yacht Club,’ he added with a smile.
    Lucy didn’t smile. In fact, her face creased suddenly and tears filled her eyes.
    â€˜Hey . . .’ Tom moved to take a seat beside her, slipping a tentative arm around her shoulders. ‘What’s the matter?’
    She shook her head as if to say that she couldn’t explain. He thought perhaps he’d made a big error, wildly misjudging the appropriateness of such a gift.
    â€˜I don’t understand,’ choked Lucy. ‘Why me?’
    â€˜Because I love you, of course.’
    This set her off again, worse than before, and it was a while before she composed herself enough to ask, ‘How can you say that so easily?’
    She was wrong. He had only ever spoken those words to one other person, a long time ago.
    â€˜Does Mother . . .?’
    â€˜Don’t worry,’ said Tom. ‘She knows.’
    â€˜But she doesn’t approve.’
    â€˜She thinks I spoil you.’
    Lucy wiped at the tears with the back of her hand. ‘She’s right, you do.’
    â€˜Godfather’s prerogative. Besides, I don’t have anyone else to spoil.’
    He hadn’t intended it to sound so self-pitying, and her response threw him.
    â€˜What about your lady friend?’
    â€˜My lady friend?’
    â€˜The one who lives in Hyères.’ He glimpsed the familiar spark of mischief behind the watery sheen of her eyes. ‘Leonard told me about her.’
    â€˜That’s not like him.’
    â€˜He was defending you. Someone at dinner said he thought you were a homosexual.’
    â€˜Oh?’
    â€˜Leonard put him straight.’
    â€˜So to speak.’
    Lucy smiled weakly at the joke. ‘Do you buy your lady friend boats?’
    â€˜She has other admirers for that sort of thing.’
    Lucy looked at him askance. ‘You mean you share her?’
    Tom hesitated. ‘That’s not how I think of it.’
    â€˜How can you share her?’
    â€˜Get to my age then see if you ask the same question.’
    â€˜You’re only thirty-nine.’
    â€˜It feels older than it sounds.’
    It was a few moments before Lucy replied. ‘Well, I hope I’m still asking the same question when I’m thirty-nine.’
    â€˜So do I,’ said Tom softly. ‘So do I.’
    Lucy laid her head against his shoulder, sobbed a couple more times then said, ‘Thank you for my beautiful present.’
    He kissed her on the forehead. ‘It’s my pleasure. Now pull yourself together, Captain – whatever will the crew think?’
    They parted company just behind the boathouse, where the path bifurcated.
    â€˜Are we seeing you later?’ Lucy asked. ‘Not tonight. You have house guests.’
    â€˜Really? Who?’
    â€˜I’m not sure you know them. They’re friends of your mother’s psychoanalyst.’
    â€˜Oh God . . .’
    â€˜They’re not so bad. I had them over for dinner last night. She speaks as much nonsense as the time allows her, and he perks up no end if you get him on to Phoenician pottery.’
    â€˜Thanks for the tip,’ groaned Lucy.
    â€˜Until tomorrow.’
    Lucy set off up the steep pathway through the trees,