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HAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-SIX
Three months afterwards Robert was standing at the window of his office.The city below was carrying on its business. The particularity of early spring coming without making any promises. Mornings and afternoons cold. The light different from winter. Longer. Moving deeper into the day before giving way.Two hours he had been in the office. Clara was with Roxanne. They had made a rhythm in the months since Clara had come, not so much a schedule as a person that adjusted itself to the needs of each week. There were mornings when Robert was at home till nine. On other nights he would even walk out of the office at five. There were days when Roxanne took Clara to work and sat at the small meeting room with her laptop and Clara in the carry set that Roxanne had decided was the right one after reading about one-third of the books that Robert had read and made a better decision.It was eight thirty when Dave knocked and entered.He was sitting on the other side of the desk.He gazed at Rober
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FIVE
A few weeks on the penthouse was different in the particular sense that spaces become different as a new person enters them.Not dramatically rearranged. Subtly occupied. It was a small chair in the corner of the living room, which had not previously existed. To the sound in the morning there was a particular quality. The specific beat of a family that had already introduced someone and was discovering what that would take.On a Sunday morning, Robert was making a breakfast.The light reached in through the windows at the angle at which it reached in during winter. Keep warm out of the cold. The city beneath the penthouse was pliant at this time of the day. There was a certain quality in Sunday mornings. Slower. The specific convenience of a city which had promised to make a day of it.Roxanne was in the kitchen table where she always sat during the mornings. Her laptop open. One of the proposals that she was going through on behalf of her business. Moving slowly and cautiously as she
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FOUR
Zenco was informed about the news on Wednesday morning.The previous evening Robert had sent a message to Dave. Three words. Clara Rose Jackson. Two words was sent back by Dave. Perfect name. That was as far as the official communication went.All other things were flowing through the building as news was flowing through buildings that people had been through something together and not through official channels but through the particular informal current of a community which had known when something was important.Something was posted on the common room noticeboard before nine AM by Claire. She reproduced a photograph which Robert had sent her in the hospital at the request of Dave. Clara in the particular incomplete wholeness of her first hours. The photo was printed on regular paper and tacked to the board with one drawing pin.People stopped in front of it.Not briefly. They stood and looked and saw the way people saw things that needed to be seen in the right way. Others had somet
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-THREE
Sandra came to the hospital with flowers that she had personally selected.Not the usual setup as found on a hospital gift shop. Particular flowers of a particular florist with whom she had a thirty-year history and was calling her by the car on the drive over with the specific interest of a person who knew that this was no occasion for anything generic.She entered the room and first saw Roxanne. She never missed to look to Roxanne first. The particular instinct of a mother who had spent twenty-eight years checking on her daughter before anything else in any room they shared.Roxanne looked tired and absolutely herself and she looked at her mother with the expression she wore when Sandra had somewhere to go. The particular warm complicated look of a woman who loved her mother much and knew her much and had learnt to hold both those things together without letting one arise above the other.Sandra went to her. She placed the flowers on the table next to the bed. She held the face of h
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-TWO
At half-past six Dave arrived at the hospital.He came alone. Priya had volunteered to go with him and he had told her that he needed to do this first visit on his own and that she did not need it explained to her that he needed to do this alone before bringing her later.He discovered the room number by Sandra who had come a half-hour earlier than him and who was in the corridor outside the room putting on no effort which would bring her to tears.When Dave arrived, Sandra looked at him. She touched him on the arm momentarily. She said nothing. She did not have to.Dave knocked on the door.Robert opened it.They gazed at one another through the door.Dave gazed at the face of Robert. He read it in the manner in which he had been reading the face of Robert eighteen years. He read the weariness and the thing beneath the weariness and the thing beneath that, which was not an expression he had previously seen on Robert. Something that had come with the evening, and settled into him and
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-ONE
The baby was a girl.Robert first took her in his hands standing at the window of the hospital room and looking in through the light in the angle which it had in November. The city beneath the window was carrying on with its Tuesday evening. Careless and light and quite unmindful.He looked at her.She was not as big as he thought. He had read enough to know what to expect and she was still smaller than the reading had prepared him to. The narrowness of something simply new. Her face was wrinkling and here and completely herself. When he brought his finger to touch her hand, her hand closed about his finger with a grip that surprised him with its certitude. The hold of something that had come and was going to stay.He was at the window and was holding her.Everything else receded.Not dramatically. Not in the acted manner of stories in which the world goes dumb and time halts. Simply and completely. The boardrooms and the battles and the legal hearings and the nights lying awake with
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