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THE snow became heavier as Miranda drove north. Big white flakes1 swooped2 onto the windshield of the Toyota Previa, to be swept aside by the long wipers. She had to slow down as visibility diminished. The snow seemed to soundproof the car, and there was no more than a background swish of tires to compete with the classical music from the radio.
The atmosphere inside was subdued3. In the back, Sophie was listening to her own music on headphones, while Tom was lost in the beeping world of Game Boy. Ned was quiet, occasionally conducting the orchestra with one waving forefinger4. As he gazed into the snow and listened to Elgar's cello5 concerto6, Miranda watched his tranquil7, bearded face, and realized that he had no idea how badly he had let her down.
He sensed her discontent. "I'm sorry about Jennifer's outburst," he said.
Miranda looked in the rearview mirror and saw that Sophie was nodding her head in time to the music from her iPod. Satisfied that the girl could not hear her, Miranda said, "Jennifer was bloody8 rude."
"I'm sorry," he said again. He obviously felt no need to explain or apologize for his own role.
She had to destroy his comfortable illusion. "It's not Jennifer's behavior that bothers me," she said. "It's yours."
"I realize it was a mistake to invite you in without warning her."
"It's not that. We all make mistakes."
He looked puzzled and annoyed. "What, then?"
"Oh, Ned! You didn't defend me!"
"I thought you were well able to defend yourself."
"That's not the point! Of course I can look after myself. I don't need mothering. But you should be my champion."
"Yes!"
"I thought it was more important to get things calmed down."
"Well, you thought wrong. When the world turns hostile, I don't want you to take a judicious10 view of the situation—I want you to be on my side."
"I'm afraid I'm not the combative11 type."
"I know," she said, and they both fell silent.
They were on a narrow road that followed the shore of a sea loch. They passed small farms with a few horses in winter blankets cropping the grass, and drove through villages with white-painted churches and rows of houses along the waterfront. Miranda felt depressed12. Even if her family embraced Ned as she had asked them to, did she want to marry such a passive man? She had longed for someone gentle and cultured and bright, but she now realized that she also wanted him to be strong. Was it too much to expect? She thought of her father. He was always kind, rarely angry, never quarrelsome—but no one had ever thought him weak.
Her mood lifted as they approached Steepfall. The house was reached by a long lane that wound through woods. Emerging from the trees, the drive swept around a headland with a sheer drop to the sea.
The garage came into view first. Standing13 sideways-on to the drive, it was an old cowshed that had been renovated14 and given three up-and-over doors. Miranda drove past it and along the front of the house.
Seeing the old farmhouse15 overlooking the beach, its thick stone walls with their small windows and the steep slate16 roof, she was overwhelmed by a sense of her childhood. She had first come here at the age of five, and every time she returned she became, for a few moments, a little girl in white socks, sitting on the granite17 doorstep in the sun, playing teacher to a class of three dolls, two guinea pigs in a cage, and a sleepy old dog. The sensation was intense, but fleeting18: suddenly she remembered exactly how it had felt to be herself at five, but trying to hold on to the memory was like grabbing at smoke.
Her father's dark blue Ferrari was at the front of the house, where he always left it for Luke, the handyman, to put away. The car was dangerously fast, obscenely curvaceous, and ludicrously expensive for his daily five-mile commute19 to the laboratory. Parked here on a bleak20 Scottish cliff top, it was as out of place as a high-heeled courtesan in a muddy farmyard. But he had no yacht, no wine cellar, no racehorse; he did not go skiing in Gstaad or gambling21 in Monte Carlo. The Ferrari was his only indulgence.
Miranda parked the Toyota. Tom rushed in. Sophie followed more slowly: she had not been here before, though she had met Stanley once, at Olga's birthday party a few months back. Miranda decided22 to forget about Jennifer for now. She took Ned's hand and they went in together.
They entered, as always, by the kitchen door at the side of the house. There was a lobby, where Wellington boots were kept in a cupboard, then a second door into the spacious24 kitchen. To Miranda this always felt like coming home. The familiar smells filled her head: roast dinners and ground coffee and apples, and a persistent25 trace of the French cigarettes Mamma Marta had smoked. No other house had replaced this one as the home of Miranda's soul: not the flat in Camden Town where she had sown her wild oats, nor the modern suburban26 house where she had been briefly27 married to Jasper Casson, nor the apartment in Georgian Glasgow in which she had raised Tom, at first alone and now with Ned.
A full-size black standard poodle called Nellie wagged her whole body with joy and licked everyone. Miranda greeted Luke and Lori, the Filipino couple who were preparing lunch. Lori said, "Your father just got home, he's washing."
Miranda told Tom and Sophie to lay the table. She did not want the children to put down roots in front of the TV and stay there all afternoon. Tom, you can show Sophie where everything is." And having a job to do wouId help Sophie feel part of the family.
There were several bottles of Miranda's favorite white wine in the fridge. Daddy did not drink much, but Mamma had always had wine, and Daddy made sure there was plenty in the house. Miranda opened a bottle and poured a glass for Ned.
This was a good start, Miranda thought: Sophie happily helping28 Tom put out knives and forks, and Ned contentedly29 sipping30 Sancerre. Perhaps this, rather than the scene with Jennifer, would set the tone for the holiday.
If Ned was going to be part of Miranda's life, he had to love this house and the family that had grown up in it. He had been here before, but he had never brought Sophie and he had never stayed overnight, so this was his first major visit. She so wanted him to have a good time and get on well with everyone.
Miranda's husband, Jasper, had never liked Steepfall. At first he had gone out of his way to charm everyone, but on later visits he had been withdrawn31 while there and angry after they left. He seemed to dislike Stanley, and complained that he was authoritarian32, which was odd, as Stanley rarely told anyone what to do—whereas Marta was so bossy33 they sometimes called her Mamma Mussolini. Now, with hindsight, Miranda could see that Jasper's hold over her was threatened by the presence of another man who loved her. Jasper did not feel free to bully34 her while her father was around.
The phone rang. Miranda picked up the extension on the wall by the big fridge. "Hello?"
She was pleased. "Hello, little brother! How are you?"
"A bit shattered, actually."
"How come?"
"I fell in a swimming pool. Long story. How are things at Steepfall?"
"We're just sitting around drinking Daddy's wine, wishing you were with us."
"Well, I'm coming after all."
"Good!" She decided not to ask what had changed his mind. He would probably just say long story again.
"I'll be there in an hour or so. But, listen, can I still have the cottage?"
"I'm sure you can. It's up to Daddy, but I'll talk to him."
As Miranda cradled the handset, her father came in. He wore the waistcoat and trousers of his suit, but he had rolled the cuffs35 of his shirt. He shook hands with Ned and kissed Miranda and the children. He was looking very trim, Miranda thought. "Are you losing weight?" she asked.
"I've been playing squash. Who was on the phone?"
"That was Kit. He's coming, after all." She watched her father's face, anxious to see his reaction.
"I'll believe it when I see him."
"Oh, Daddy! You might sound more enthusiastic."
He patted her hand. "We all love Kit, but we know what he's like. I hope he shows up, but I'm not counting on it." His tone was light, but Miranda could tell that he was trying to hide an inner hurt.
"He really wants to sleep in the cottage."
"Did he say why?"
"No."
Tom piped up: "He's probably bringing a girl, and doesn't want us all to hear her squeals36 of delight."
The kitchen went quiet. Miranda was astonished. Where had that come from? Tom was eleven, and never talked about sex. After a moment, they all burst out laughing. Tom looked bashful, and said, "I read that in a book." He was probably trying to seem grown-up in front of Sophie, Miranda decided. He was still a little boy, but not for much longer.
Stanley said, "Anyway, I don't mind where anyone sleeps, you know that." He looked at his watch distractedly. "I have to watch the lunchtime news on television."
Miranda said, "I'm sorry about the technician who died. What made him do it?"
"We all get weird37 ideas into our heads, but a lonely person has no one to tell him not to be crazy."
The door opened and Olga came in. As always, she entered speaking. This weather is a nightmare! People are skidding38 all over the place. Is that wine you're drinking? Let me have some before I explode. Nellie, please don't sniff39 me there, it's considered vulgar in human society. Hello, Daddy, how are you?"
"Nella merde," he said.
Miranda recognized one of her mother's expressions. It meant "in the shit." Mamma Marta had fondly imagined that if she swore in Italian the children would not understand.
Olga said, "I heard about the guy who died. Is it so bad for you?"
"We'll see when we watch the news."
Olga was followed in by her husband, Hugo, a small man with impish charm. When he kissed Miranda, his lips lingered on her cheek a second too long.
Olga said, "Where shall Hugo put the bags?"
"Upstairs," said Miranda.
"I suppose you've staked your claim to the cottage."
"No, Kit's having it."
"Oh, please!" Olga protested. "That big double bed and a nice bathroom and kitchenette, all for one person, while the four of us share the poky old bathroom upstairs?"
"He particularly asked for it."
"Well, I'm particularly asking for it."
Miranda felt irritated with her sister. "For God's sake, Olga, think of someone other than yourself for a change. You know Kit hasn't been here since . . . that whole mess. I just want to make sure he has a good time."
"So he's getting the best bedroom because he stole from Daddy—is that your logic40?"
"You're talking like an advocate again. Save it for your learned friends."
"All right, you two," their father said, sounding just as he had when they were small. "In this case, I think Olga's right. It's selfish of Kit to demand the cottage all to himself. Miranda and Ned can sleep there."
Olga said, "So no one gets what they want."
Miranda sighed. Why was Olga arguing? They all knew their father. Most of the time he would give you anything you wanted, but when he said no it was final. He might be indulgent, but he could not be bullied41.
Now he said, "It will teach you not to quarrel."
"No, it won't. You've been imposing42 these judgments43 of Solomon for thirty years, and we still haven't learned."
Stanley smiled. "You're right. My approach to child rearing has been wrong all along. Should I start again?"
"Too late."
"Thank God for that."
Miranda just hoped Kit would not be offended enough to turn right around and drive away. The argument was ended by the entrance of Caroline and Craig, the children of Hugo and Olga.
Caroline, seventeen, was carrying a cage containing several white rats. Nellie sniffed44 it excitedly. Caroline related to animals as a way of avoiding people. It was a phase many girls went through but, Miranda thought, at seventeen she should have got over it.
Craig, fifteen, carried two plastic garbage bags crammed45 with wrapped gifts. He had Hugo's wicked grin, though he was tall like Olga. He put the bags down, greeted the family perfunctorily, and made a beeline for Sophie. They had met once before, Miranda recalled, at Olga's birthday party. "You got your belly46 button pierced!" Craig said to Sophie. "Cool! Did it hurt?"
Miranda became aware that there was a stranger in the room. The newcomer, a woman, stood by the door to the hall, so she must have come in by the front entrance. She was tall, with striking good looks: high cheekbones and a curved nose, lush red-blond hair and marvelous green eyes. She wore a brown chalk-stripe suit that was a bit rumpled47, and her expert makeup48 did not quite hide signs of tiredness under her eyes. She was gazing with amusement at the animated49 scene in the crowded kitchen. Miranda wondered how long she had been watching in silence.
The others began to notice her, and slowly the room fell silent. At last, Stanley turned around. "Ah! Toni!" he said, jumping up from his scat, and Miranda was struck by how pleased he looked. "Kind of you to drop in. Kids, this is my colleague, Antonia Gallo."
The woman smiled as if she thought there was nothing more delightful50 than a big quarrelsome family. She had a wide, generous smile and full lips. This was the ex-cop who had caught Kit stealing from the company, Miranda realized. Despite that, Stanley seemed to like her.
Stanley introduced them, and Miranda noticed the pride in his tone. "Toni, meet my daughter Olga, her husband Hugo, and their children, Caroline with the pet rats, and Craig the tall one. My other daughter Miranda, her boy Tom, her fiance Ned, and Ned's daughter, Sophie." Toni looked at each member of the family, nodding pleasantly, seeming keenly interested. It was hard to take in eight new names at a time, but Miranda had a feeling Toni would remember them all. "That's Luke peeling carrots and Lori at the stove. Nellie, the lady does not want a chew of your rawhide51 bone, touched though she is by your generosity52."
Toni said, "I'm very glad to meet you all." She sounded as if she meant it, but at the same time she seemed to be under strain.
Miranda said, "You must be having a difficult day. I'm so sorry about the technician who died."
Stanley said, "It was Toni who found him."
"Oh, God!"
Toni nodded. "We're pretty sure he didn't infect anyone else, thank heaven. Now we're just hoping the media won't crucify us."
Stanley looked at his watch. "Excuse us," he said to his family. "We're going to watch the news in my study." He held the door for Toni and they went out.
The children started to chatter53 again, and Hugo said something to Ned about the Scottish rugby team. Miranda turned to Olga. Their quarrel was forgotten. "Attractive woman," she said musingly54.
"Yes," Olga said. "About, what, my age?"
"Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, yes. And Daddy's lost weight."
"I noticed that."
"A shared crisis brings people together."
"Doesn't it just?"
"So what do you think?"
"I think what you think."
Miranda drained her glass of wine. "I thought so."
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