The Library of Lost and Found(11)

“You’re going home?”

“No. To Chamberlain’s.”

“Oh.” Suki raised an eyebrow. “Good incision.”

“It’s decision. And sorry, I won’t drink the coffee, though it does look very flavorsome. Apologies for the spillage.” Martha reached down and picked up her bag. Her hands shook as she placed the book carefully inside it.

Stepping into the history section, she spoke as loudly as her small voice allowed. “Will and Rose, put your shoes back on. We’re going over to Maltsborough.”





5


Bookshop

As they walked to the bus stop, Martha glanced over both shoulders to make sure that Clive wasn’t around to see her leaving work early. She asked Will and Rose if they’d prefer to go to the bookshop with her, or to meet their mother at the restaurant.

Will lowered his phone. “Chichetti’s does an amazing chocolate fudge cake. Can we go and get a slice?”

“Mum sounded like she needed some time out,” Rose said cautiously. “Like, without us.”

Will shrugged and returned to his game.

“I’m sure your mum will be pleased to see us,” Martha said, though she wasn’t convinced. “But I must get to that bookstore before it closes.”

“What time’s that?” Rose asked.

“One thirty, I think.”

“But it’s almost one o’clock now…”

When the bus rumbled up five minutes later, they got on board. Will and Rose made their way to the back seat and positioned themselves as far away from each other as they could. Martha sat down between them. She touched the sparkly slide in her hair and held on to her bag.

Her upper body did a strange dance as the bus turned and wound its way out of Sandshift and up onto Maltsborough Road. She raised her head to look down at the bay, where the sky was a shroud of mist hanging over the gray-blue sea. Siegfried’s lighthouse gleamed in the hazy February daylight, and Martha willed the bus to get a move on.



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Maltsborough was Sandshift’s wealthier neighbor. It had a run of smart seafront bistros, a bank, a grand hotel with turrets, fish-and-chips shops galore, a museum and a state-of-the-art library that had a coffee shop, gift shop and large lights that looked like giant blue test tubes hanging from the ceiling. It attracted lots more funding than Sandshift and was where Clive sat in his office, hatching plans for budget cuts, synergy and synchronicity.

Chichetti’s was a new Italian restaurant on the high street with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the promenade. It was the kind of place where eating pasta and being seen were of equal importance to diners.

Martha, Will and Rose stood in a line, on the pavement outside, looking in.

Martha spotted her sister’s gold pumps near the window. She raised her hand to wave, but then paused with her hand midair. Lilian was leaned forward over the table with her face pointing down. Another woman, who Martha presumed must be Annie, had an arm wrapped around her shoulder.

Martha slowly lowered her hand but Will didn’t seem to notice there might be something going on. He rapped loudly on the window and gave a double thumbs-up to his mum.

Annie shook Lilian’s shoulder, and she sat up abruptly. She knocked her glass of white wine with her wrist and it wobbled. A passing waiter reached out and steadied it.

Lilian blinked hard at Martha, Will and Rose. She got up so quickly her stool rocked, and she sped towards the smoked-glass front door.

“What are you doing here?” she asked breathlessly as she stepped outside. Her eyes were pink and glistening above her puffy cheeks. “It’s only twenty past one.”

Martha swallowed. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just a spot of, um, hay fever.”

“I have a packet of tissues in my bag. They’re extra soft and have aloe vera in them.”

“I’m fine,” Lilian said. “What’s this about?”

“Sorry for bringing the kids early, but I want to get to that bookshop before it closes. Will and Rose don’t want to join me. I think they want food instead—”

“I’m really hungry,” Rose said.

“Me, too.” Will nodded.

Lilian knitted her hand into her hair and didn’t speak for a while. She took a deep breath and held it in her chest. “I suppose that’s fine. We’re just about to order dessert.” Then her eyes grew harder. “I hope this isn’t about that old book?”

Martha felt as if she was shrinking in size, like Alice in Wonderland after drinking from a potion bottle. “The shop doesn’t open again until Wednesday,” she said meekly.

“I told you to leave it alone.”

“I just want to find out where it came from, that’s all.”

Lilian pressed her lips together. “It’s your choice,” she said finally. “I don’t know why you’re so interested in that stupid old thing, anyway. You could join us for a lovely dessert instead.”

“Oh yeah, go on, Auntie Martha,” Rose said.

“The chocolate fudge cake is really gooey.” Will licked his lips.

Martha stared inside the restaurant, at a waiter who glided past carrying an enormous ice cream sundae. Her mouth began to water. “I, um…”