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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
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY
It was a Tuesday morning at eleven fifteen when Roxanne called.The Adeyemi transition team was meeting with Robert. There are six individuals in a conference table. Marcus standing at the head with a document which he was reading paragraph by paragraph. Robert, who was present to listen, and ask questions now and then, had his personal phone glowing up on the table next to his notepad.He stared at the screen.Roxanne.He took it up at once. The transition team continued around him. Marcus gazed at him. Robert raised one finger. Marcus nodded and continued to speak.Robert left the conference room into the corridor."Hey," he said."It's time," she said.Her voice was calm. He had imagined her voice to be other than this. He had read enough to comprehend that calm was possible and that calm did not connote anything but that she was herself in this moment just as she was herself in every moment. Steady. Present. Entirely real.He was moving before he'd fully processed the words.He we
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-NINE
Everything that had been built reached a settled point.Robert perceived it one Tuesday morning in the manner in which he had perceived other important things not as a dramatic arrival but as an acknowledgement of the fact that something had been mounting up slowly and was now simply present before him.He was at his desk before seven. Coffee made. Reports open. The city that starts beyond his window at the exact angle of view that came with this time of year. It was a partnership proposal which Marcus had forwarded to him the evening before, which he was examining, and making notes in the margin, he paused mid-sentence and sat back and looked out of the window.The court fights were over.The federal case of Victoria was proceeding through the courts on its own sluggish schedule. No longer his worry. Not his fight. The system would go on doing what it was designed to do, at the rate at which it was designed to do it, and would not need anything from him.Leonard also served his long
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