Magic Sometimes Happens Part 37

Monday morning, Rosie's father headed off to work while Rosie and her mother did girl stuff at the beauty salon. Rosie's mom insisted Rosie got herself a haircut. So I drove to Dorchester, bought and then installed new speech-to-text on Granny's laptop and showed her how to use it.

I would have expected a ninety-year-old senior to be slow. But Granny learned real fast. She turned out to be the kind of student I like best to teach, who's keen to figure out solutions for herself, to understand a principle, apply it.

She asked her teacher searching questions, too.

'Do you love my granddaughter?' she began as we took five minutes, drank the coffee I had fixed.

'Yes, ma'am, I do.'

'Any chance you're going to marry Rosie? I wish somebody would.'

'I'm already married. I guess I'll soon be getting a divorce. But I don't know if Rosie would want to marry me.'

'Why don't you ask her some time and then you might find out?' Granny looked at me with bright blue eyes which seemed to see into my soul. 'My late mother-in-law a lovely woman she was Rose Denham, too. She fell for someone who was married.'

'Do you know what happened?'

'He left his wife, they were divorced no easy thing to do in those days, let me tell you, it caused all sorts of ructions and then he married Rose.'

'They were happy?'

'Yes, extremely happy. I don't think I ever knew two people who were better matched.'

'I guess they got lucky, then?'

'You could say that, although I'd say in this life we often make our own luck, wouldn't you?' Granny met my gaze. 'I was lucky, too. I married Rose's son, a man who loved me, whom I loved, and you can't get much luckier than that. Rosie loves you, Pat. You say you love Rosie. So-'

'Mrs Denham, should you be encouraging a married man to make eyes at your granddaughter?'

'Mr Riley, do you need encouragement?' Granny's blue eyes twinkled. 'I have you down as a decisive sort of man, so please don't prove me wrong.'

ROSIE.

So summer had arrived at last.

A British player had won Wimbledon and another Briton was about to win the Tour de France. The beaches were all packed with people trying to develop melanoma, ice cream sales had rocketed and everyone was having a good time. But, like in the Buddy Holly song from years ago, it was raining in my heart and I could hardly bear to let him go.

I was almost sure he felt the same way about me.

But almost isn't certainly, and I found I couldn't make a.s.sumptions, couldn't quite believe it would work out between us, not with Polly, Joe and Lexie in the frame.

'What are we going to do?' he asked on his last day in London, as we stood on the concourse at Heathrow.

'You could get a job in the UK?'

'I think I must.' He ran his fingers through my hair. He often said he loved my wild, electrocuted hair and for the first time in my life I loved it too. 'I get offers all the time from industry in Europe and the USA.'

'But you like working in a university.'

'Yeah, I do. But it's comparatively badly paid. I could get to like the money I would earn in industry.'

'You'd sell your soul to industry?'

'I'm going to think about it. Yeah, I love my work at JQA. But I sometimes feel I'd like a job that's nine to five, something that allows me to take time off on weekends. After all, there's more to life than work. But first, I need to sort things out with Lex.'

'Of course you do.'

Alexis Riley, the mother of his children, the woman he had loved for years and who would always be a part of him.

Do you really want me, Pat?

I found I couldn't bring myself to ask him. I wasn't going to cry and beg and plead, force him to choose how could he choose?

'It's been good this week,' I said.

'It's been more than good much more.'

'But all good things must end.'

'Yeah, so my mother always said, but I figure mothers don't know everything.'

'Let me know you got home safely?'

'Yes, of course.' He took my face between his hands and gazed into my eyes. 'I'll find a way for us to be together.'

'How?'

'I'll sort something out. Rosie, you and I it's permanent. It's going to last forever.'

'I know what permanent means.'

'That's good.' He kissed me once, he kissed me twice, he kissed me one more time and then he went to catch his plane.

PATRICK.

It was just as well I had my work. It stopped me going crazy. I was glad I had a bunch of stuff for Colorado to prepare, a ton of calls to make, a dozen meetings I had to organise.

'You're hoping you're on track to win the n.o.bel Prize with all this thought-to-text s.h.i.+t?' Ben demanded, when he called to say he had forgotten what I looked like and to ask if we could meet up for a beer fancy j.a.panese, no doubt. Like there aren't a dozen breweries here in the Twin Cities.

'No chance,' I told him. 'I'm just a mechanic pa.s.sing spanners to the experts neurologists, physicians, biochemists guys who understand the bunch of neurons that make up the human brain.'

'It's a deep and devious mystery, the human brain. You can't reduce it to a bunch of neurons, however hard you try. So, this beer, then when and where?'

'I don't have time.'

'Come on!'

'I'm very busy.'

'n.o.body's too busy to down a beer or two not even you, Dr Obsessive and Compulsive Grader.'

I did have time to down a beer or two. I had not seen Ben for what seemed like a century. But I didn't have any inclination to hook up with him now.

I didn't know if I ever would again.

ROSIE.

There were long, long phone calls. Pat said he was willing, more than willing, in princ.i.p.al at least, to work in Europe. But there were Joe and Polly to consider and of course he needed to see Joe and Polly.

'Rosie, could you relocate to Minnesota?' he suggested. 'There must be a ton of PR opportunities here in Minneapolis-Saint Paul.'

'There's this little problem, Pat. I don't have a green card.'

'Why don't you apply for one?'

'I doubt if I would get one. I don't have any special skills. I'm not married to a US citizen.'

'Perhaps you could become a US citizen yourself?'

'I wouldn't want to lose my British nationality.'

'I heard you can't do that. You could build a bonfire outside of Windsor Castle on November 5th, let off a bunch of firecrackers, call your Queen Elizabeth all sorts of dirty names, but if you're born British, you can't become un-British.'

Lexie must have told him that. She must have been discussing it with Mr Wonderful then pa.s.sed this information on to Pat. Maybe she was hoping her boyfriend would apply for US citizens.h.i.+p himself, had made a few enquiries of her own? What else had Lexie said to Pat? Did I want to know?

'I must go and see a client,' I told him.

'Yeah, I meant to ask you, how's it going? Whose lives are you busy sorting now? You're meeting interesting guys, I hope, but not too interesting?'

'I'm working with a lot of authors these days. I'm organising signings, getting interviews for them in magazines and newspapers and on radio and television. I'm involved with the relaunch of someone who's quite famous. Or he used to be.'

'Oh who's that?'

'You won't have heard of him.'

'Why don't you try me?'

'It's Malcolm Tyndale Crawley, he writes crime and mystery fiction, used to be a spy.'

'I know the guy you mean. I met him one time.'

'Goodness, did you?'

'I bought a book of his when he was signing in a Barnes and n.o.ble, must have been while I was still a student. It was The Russian Cross, as I recall. I know it was a keeper, so I must still have it someplace.'

'Patrick, you're astonis.h.i.+ng. Do you know everyone, know everything?'

'Rosie, honey, it's a little world. So you'll think about it, will you, working over here?'

'Yes, I suppose I might.'

PATRICK.

She supposed she might.

Okay, big deal. I tried my darnedest not to get excited. But perhaps I took too much for granted? Maybe I was trying to railroad Rosie into making a decision she didn't want to make?

I came into my office at JQA one evening to catch up on some paperwork and meet with a graduate student who was having problems with a project.

I did not expect to see Ben Fairfax.

What would he be doing here this time of night?

But I could make a guess why he was strolling down the corridor toward me, at his side a very attractive junior female colleague, and grinning like he won the Super Bowl.

'Hey, Professor! How's it going?' he began.

'Good,' I told him. 'You okay? Mrs Fairfax Three I hope she's well?'

'Yeah, yeah, Tess is fine. She's in the UK right now, she's visiting with her folks. Pat, did you meet Adeline before?'

'I see you in the line for lunch occasionally,' I said. 'You're working late?'

The female colleague glanced at Ben, and then she glanced at me, and then she said she must be going, and she scuttled off.

'Cute a.s.s,' said Ben reflectively. 'I always was a sucker for a callipygous woman.'

'A what kind of woman?'

'You illiterate mechanic like I told you, one with a cute a.s.s.'

'Tess, will she be in Europe long?' I asked.

'Maybe two or three weeks more, I guess. Hey, come in my office, will you? I got stuff to tell you.'

'Oh?' He was surely not about to tell me how he'd screwed my wife at his apartment? But I followed him into his office anyway.

It smelled of books and s.e.x.

'Grab a seat,' he told me, gathering up a bunch of hardback volumes new translations of Missouri Crossing into Aramaic or Aleutian? They all had his picture on their covers, anyway.

A new picture, too his hair was cut and styled and gelled, and he was wearing something that looked as if it came out of an upscale store, not from a rummage sale. He had the same s.h.i.+rt on today.

'You'll get a coffee, yeah?' he added, walking over to a s.h.i.+ny chrome machine. 'I just got this new Italian baby and boy, she does the business.'

'What do you want? I'm meeting with a graduate student later. He's coming into town to see me, wants to talk about his project.'

'Man, forget the student, will you? Come on, buddy, chill a while, take a seat, relax?'