Lady of Hay by Barbara Erskine (reading an ebook TXT) 📕

"That was unfair to trap me into coming here. Nick and I have nothing to talk about. "

Ceecliff surveyed her from piercingly bright dark eyes. "I would have thought you had a great deal to talk about. And if he hasn't, I have! Nick has told me about your amazing experiences, Jo. " She reached up and took her granddaughter's hand. "I want to hear all about them. You mustn't be frightened of what happened. You have been privileged. "

Jo stared at her. "You sound as if you believe in reincarnation. "

"I think I must. Of a kind. " Ceecliff smiled. "Come on. Sit down and have a sherry and relax. You're as taut as a wire! Nicholas came up last night to talk to me about you. He was worried that you're trying to do too much, Jo. And I agree with him. From what he's told me, I think you need to rest. You must not try to venture into your past again. "

"Oh, so that's it. " Jo levered herself back out of the deck chair she had settled into. "He came here to get you to talk me out of going on with my researches. Part of the great Franklyn conspiracy. I wish you would all get it into your heads that this is no one's business but mine. What I do with my mind and my memory, or whatever it is, is my affair. I am a sober, consenting, rational adult. I make my own decisions. "

Ceecliff was looking up at her as she talked. She grinned impishly. "There you are, Nicholas. I told you she'd say that. "

Nick shrugged ruefully. "You did. But it was worth a try. " He handed Jo a glass. "So come on, Jo. You haven't told us whether you found anything out in the library yesterday. We are all agog. "

Jo stared at him in feigned astonishment. "Are you telling me now that you're interested? You amaze me! You weren't so interested yesterday when you couldn't wait to leave and go back to Judy!" She had forgotten her grandmother, seated between them.

"I only went because Sam said I had to, for God's sake!" Nick's face was flushed with anger. "Don't you think I wanted to stay? If he hadn't pulled rank and reminded me you were his patient I'd have waited all day to make sure you were all right. "

Jo put her glass down on the tray so abruptly the sherry spilled onto the silver, spattering into amber droplets. "He said I was his patient?" she echoed. Her face had gone white.

Ceecliff had been watching them both intently. "I'm sure he didn't mean it literally, dear, " she put in hastily. "I expect he meant that as you had both called him in for his advice he would like the opportunity of talking to Jo alone. "

"I didn't call him in!" Jo glared at Nick repressively. "It was Nick's idea. "

"Because he is obviously enormously concerned about you. " Stiffly Ceecliff pulled herself to her feet. "Now, no more fighting, children. I wish to enjoy my lunch. Come inside and later Jo can tell us what she found out about her Matilda. "

They took their coffee in the conservatory at the beck of the house as huge clouds massed and foamed over the garden, blotting out a sky that had become brazen with heat. Ceecliff sent Nick out to bring in the garden chairs as the rain began to fall in huge sparse drops, pitting the surface of the pond. Then she turned to Jo.

"You're going to drive that young man straight into her arms, you know!"

Jo was pouring the coffee, frowning with concentration as she handled the tall silver pot. "It's where he wants to be. "

"No, Jo, it isn't. Can't you see it?" Ceecliff leaned forward and helped herself to a cup from the tray. "You are being very stubborn. Especially as you obviously love him. You do, don't you?"

Jo sat down on the windowseat, her back to the garden. "I don't know, " she said bleakly. Her hands were lying loosely in her lap. She stared blankly down at them, suddenly overwhelmingly tired. "I'm not sure what I feel any more about anyone. I'm not sure I even know what I feel about myself. "

"That's ridiculous. " Ceecliff leaned forward and, picking up Jo's cup, put it into her hands. "Drink that and listen to me. You're getting things out of perspective. "

"Am I?" Jo bit her lip. "Either Nick or Sam lied to me and I don't know which. "

"All men are liars, Jo. " Ceecliff smiled sadly. "Haven't you discovered that yet?"

The rain was growing stronger now, releasing the warm scents of wet earth that reached them even through the conservatory windows. Jo could see Nick hastily stacking the deck chairs in the summerhouse.

"That's a bit cynical, even for you, Grandma. " She reached forward and touched the old woman's hand as Nick sprinted back toward them across the grass. Behind him the horizon flickered and shifted slightly before Jo's eyes. She blinked, watching as he opened the door and came in, shaking himself like a dog. He was laughing as she handed him a cup of coffee. "You're soaked, Nick, " she said sharply. "You'd better take off your shirt or you'll get pneumonia or something. "

He spooned some sugar into the cup and sat down beside her. "It'll soon dry off, it's so hot. Go on with what you were telling us at lunch, Ceecliff, about Jo's grandfather. "

Ceecliff leaned back against the cushions on her chair. "I wish you remembered him better, Jo, but you were only a little girl when he died. He used to love talking about his ancestors and the Clifford family tree, which was more of a forest, he used to say. The trouble is, I never used to listen all that carefully. It bored me. It was about yesterday and I wanted to live