was smiling and shining, and effortlessly beautiful. I checked my pulse, and was amazed that I still didnât fancy him.
He had found a pleasant Italian restaurant, tucked away into an obscure
side street, far from the ruinously posh haunts of Piccadilly. We sat at a table in the window, watching the occasional passersby and drinking light, sharp white wine.
âIt really is fantastic about your job,â I said, feeling I hadnât lavished quite enough praise. âIt sounds as if you might even enjoy it, too.â
Ben, whose ethereal and supposedly ailing form contained a stomach like an incinerator, snatched yet another slice of bread.
âI know I said I wanted to be a soloist,â he said, âbut Iâm not competitive enough. And itâs lonely up there, anyway.â
âTell me about your tenor,â I said. âIs he single?â
âI think so,â Ben said. âBut heâs rather fat and he has red hair, so donât get your hopes up. Neilâs beauty is in his voice.â
âIs he good?â
Ben nodded seriously. âHeâs got what they call a âsilverâ voiceâvery flexible and sweet. His agentâs trying to push him into opera, but I donât think his heartâs in it. He prefers recitals.â
âWhatâs the money like?â
He laughed. âI knew youâd ask that. The rehearsal rate isnât greatâbut thereâs a chance of a lot more if I do the concerts.â
âWow, youâll be on a concert platform. Do you realize, you just made yourself about a hundred times more eligible.â
Our food arrived at the table, and Ben muffled himself in lasagne.
I picked at a risotto. It was sticky, and I never felt hungry when worrying about Matthew. âFritz sent me an e-mail this morning,â I said. âIs it true? Has he really disentangled himself from Madeleine?â
âYes,â Ben said, through a mouthful of pasta. He put down his fork and looked at me seriously. âLook, when you come round tonight, donât mention the bruise on his face.â
âBloody hell, are you saying Madeleine hit him?â I was partly horrified, partly intrigued. Why on earth had Fritz involved himself with this harpy?
âShe threw a brass candlestick at him. It could have killed him, so we decided not to tell Mum.â
âShe thinks he walked into a door,â I guessed.
Ben smiled ruefully. âThatâs the sort of thing.â
âShe dented his head because she couldnât dent his heart.â
âHeâs not good at showing emotion, thatâs all.â Ben, who had endured a lifetime of teasing and bullying from his firecracker brother, always had to defend him. âHe buries it, and you have to guess how he feels.â
âHis e-mail seemed quite jaunty.â
âDonât be too hard on him. Heâs not as tough as he makes out. He doesnât show it, but heâs having a rough time at the moment. What with Mum.â
âSo are you,â I said.
âYes, but I think itâs harder for Fritz. He takes on all the responsibility, you knowâhe doesnât let me do nearly enough for her. Itâs as if he has to take Dadâs place.â
I put down my fork. My throat had closed. âHow is she?â It was time for the question that always had to be asked.
âVery cheerful,â Ben said. âVery busy pretending not to be ill. But sheâs started the new course of chemo, and even she has to admit sheâs exhausted. She doesnât even argue when Fritz orders her to lie down.â
âOh God, thatâs a bad sign.â
âFritz says we have to let her do it her way,â Ben said. âShe has to rest every afternoonâbut I go upstairs to play for her, and we all have to pretend sheâs just listening to me practicing.â
I swallowed several times and took a sip of water, wondering at that
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