The Lightkeeper's Wife
Karen Viggers
Language: English
Pages: 408
ISBN: 1743310390
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
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and roll her onto the couch, her head lolling onto the cushions. ‘Tom,’ she mumbles, as I turn off the lamp. ‘What about Nick?’ ‘What about him?’ ‘He’s in the car. Can you bring him in? He’ll freeze out there.’ ‘Does it matter?’ Tonight of all nights, I don’t care about Nick. My mother is dying. ‘We had an argument. I wanted him to go, but he wouldn’t. And you weren’t here.’ She says it again as if it’s all my fault. ‘I’ll bring him in,’ I say. ‘Then I’m going to sleep.’ Fortunately, Nick
Leon managed to achieve what I couldn’t. He sighs deeply and I see tears brimming in his eyes. ‘She was my friend,’ he says. I pat him on the shoulder. It’s the best I can do. Jess whines up at me and I glance uneasily at the front door. ‘I suppose I should go in,’ I say. Hesitantly, I step inside. Leon follows. It’s hot in the lounge room, unbearably so. The wood fire is glowing and the gas heater is on too, pumping out heat. I peel off a couple of layers. ‘It’s hot in here.’ Leon’s face is
beach, rustling the leaves. She could still see Jack squatting by the flames, his legs thin and wiry, his shoulders boxy and broad. His face narrow. His jaw angled, rough with stubble. After dinner they had walked the beach under the white wash of the moon, stopping to grasp each other in passion, or to lean into each other’s warmth while the air settled bitingly cold around them. That night, they lay together, listening to the sound of the waves breaking on the beach, their bodies enmeshed,
a couple of days? ‘I don’t mix relationships with going south.’ She’s issuing a warning. I shrug. What am I supposed to say? She presses harder. ‘You said you wanted to go south.’ ‘Yes, I think I’d like to.’ ‘You think you’d like to?’ She’s making this very difficult. ‘It’s not always easy to just get up and go.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘People have commitments.’ ‘You mean things that tie them down.’ ‘Things that make it hard to go.’ Like Mum. Like fear. ‘Like what? Mortgages? I thought you said
he passed away, a great emptiness had followed. His illness had given her purpose, and it was an immense wilderness to be without him. Later, she had gradually found new activities to fill her time. She started helping out in the local opportunity shop. She signed up to deliver Meals on Wheels. It felt good to make her contribution to the community, and reminded her that she was fortunate to be in control of her own situation, for as long as it lasted. Yes, it was good to have Jacinta and Alex