She closed her eyes and felt the pull of fatigue, but shook it off, knowing the newly plastered walls were not going to paint themselves. All she needed to do was tear herself away from the view that was all hers.
The sharp ring of her phone roused her.
‘Can’t believe Glynn’s going to be two soon.’ This Bella’s opener.
‘Me either,’ she yawned. ‘This last year has flown by, hasn’t it?’
‘Sure has. Where are you?’
‘Where do you think I am?’
‘Yeah, stupid question. How long till you move in? And more importantly, how long before the house-warming?’ Bella asked eagerly.
‘I reckon another couple of months and one day. It’s going to be beautiful.’
‘It is. Your mum seemed on good form today. I saw her in the shop.’
‘I think it’s harder for her to feel low with Katie-Ellen around.’ It was true, the baby girl had given Heather a wonderful, much-needed lift, though even the little latest addition could not entirely fill the void left by Ben. ‘And I know I’m biased, Bells, but she is the sweetest little thing ever.’
‘She is that.’
‘Ruby said last week that she’s planning for her and Glynn to marry. Jarvis shot us a look that made me think he wasn’t quite so on board with the idea.’ Merrin laughed.
‘She’ll marry who she chooses. Maybe she won’t marry at all.’
She thought of Digby and his face in the corridor, his apology, and now she was able to consider it with time passed, it meant the world. And this in turn led to an image of Miguel, beautiful, kind Miguel . . . she wished him well.
‘I liked Miguel.’ Bella read her thoughts.
‘I liked Miguel! It was never about not liking him, it was about not loving him.’
‘He loved you,’ Bella stated.
‘Yep, I think he did, but I guess that kind of sums it up.’
‘What do you mean?’ She heard Bella reach for a crisp and cram it in her mouth, speaking through the crunch.
‘I mean, the idea that he was happy loving me without digging deep, without truly understanding how I felt about him. I get the impression that the way he loved me was enough for him.’
‘Wasn’t it like that for you and Digby? Wouldn’t you have waltzed back to him had he welcomed you with open arms when you went to meet him up at Reunion Point?’
‘That’s different.’ She blinked.
‘How?’ Bella crunched another crisp.
‘Because he sold me the dream! He told me he loved me deeply, unconditionally, and I fell for it. With Miguel I never told him that. I thought I was straight with him.’
‘But he hoped for something different.’
‘I guess, and how can we account for someone’s hope? How are we supposed to modify our behaviour to take that into account?’ She wondered if her friend was thinking about Luuk.
‘I guess you can’t.’ Bella paused. ‘Lots of women would jump at the chance to marry a guy like Miguel: good-looking, kind, sociable . . .’
‘I know all of that, but loving someone is so much more than that, isn’t it? It’s about that magic ingredient that you can’t define, something that sets a person apart from everyone else you know – to the point where no one else exists or could exist for you romantically.’
‘And you didn’t feel that for him?’ Bella’s tone was soft, as if she understood that feeling.
Merrin shook her head. ‘Not even close, and I wish I had, because on paper . . .’
‘Oh, on paper!’ Bella interrupted sharply. ‘On paper I should be living in domestic bliss with my handsome yachtsman and our beautiful boy, but in reality, he’s sunning himself in warmer climes and I’m sat here, sleep deprived and eating cheese-and-onion crisps. Life sucks sometimes!’
‘Sometimes it does.’ Merrin drew a slow breath. ‘It’s not logical, love, is it? You can’t really define it and you can’t really explain it. You can’t chase it or hold on to it and yet sometimes you can’t let it go.’
‘And you can’t know when it will come knocking at your door and pull you into its web.’
‘If it comes knocking at all,’ Merrin asserted.
There was a loud knock at the door, so loud that even Merrin heard it down the line, and they both laughed.
‘Does it make you broody? Spending time with your little niece?’
‘Nah, too busy to be broody.’
‘Is that right?’ Bella tutted, before her tone suddenly changed. ‘Oh, shit! Oh, my God!’
‘You all right, Bells?’ She stood still, suddenly alert and wondering what she could do from this distance, should there be an incident at Bella’s mum’s house.
‘Yeah, it’s . . . he’s on the path, by the front door! I just looked out. It looks like . . . Oh, my . . . oh, my God . . .’ Bella gasped.
‘Bella! You’re scaring me. What’s going on? Are you okay? Do you want me to come up? I can be there in minutes?’
‘He’s . . . he’s at the window. He’s . . . he’s here . . .’
‘Who is, love? Who? Bella, talk to me. Shall I call Jarvis, or the police? Where’s your mum?’ She wished they had figured out that code once mentioned, the one to use in an emergency.
‘Oh, my God, Merry! It’s the Flying Dutchman! Luuk’s here! I gotta go.’ Bella, almost breathless, spoke with such excitement it was electrifying.
‘Letmeknowwhathappens!’ she managed to squeeze in before the phone went dead. ‘Oh, my God!’ Merrin placed her hand on her beating heart. ‘Please don’t mess her around . . . she deserves better. She deserves to be loved by someone as much as we love her.’ She threw her thoughts out into the ether and hoped the universe was listening.
An hour passed and Merrin stood back to admire the old-white colour she had chosen for much of the interior, a lovely contrast to the exposed brickwork and worn timbers it sat against.
‘Hello?’
She heard the woman’s call from the bottom of the open staircase, but with the radio on couldn’t quite work out who it was, wondering if it was her mum with food, Ruby with wine or, better still, Bella with news!
The head that popped up and into the space was a surprise, to say the least.
‘Loretta!’ Merrin stood still, holding the paintbrush, letting the shock settle before turning off the radio and plopping the brush into an old jar of water to soak.
‘Come in!’ She felt a sense of pride in welcoming the woman into her home; the terrible anxiety that used to bookend any interaction was now no more than a mere flutter of nerves.
‘Heather said the place was really coming along and so I thought I’d bring you these.’ With a slightly shaky hand, she held out a bunch of wildflowers, whose subtle colours and delicate green fronds were beautiful.
‘Oh! The first flowers in my new house. Thank you.’ Merrin, genuinely touched, took them from her and laid them gently on the floor in the shade, planning to find a bucket to put them in when Loretta had gone. ‘Would you . . . would you like to sit down?’ She indicated the two beaten old leather chairs that had been there for as long as she could remember, now facing out over the wide balcony and the view of the cove beyond.