missing little dancer.â
Like all families we donât see enough of each other. I wondered how much to tell her. Downstairs there was the clink of cutlery and dishes. Colin would be expecting her. But blood was thicker than a couple of bottles of Saumur and I needed someone to talk to. We sat down together on the top of the steps, little sisters eavesdropping on the parentsâ party down below. And hearing adult tales. She was more upset than I expected.
âOh, Hannah, what a terrible story.â She was silent for a moment, not looking at me. âMy God, the poor girl. What do you think happened?â
âWho knows. Obviously she felt she just couldnât go through with it.â
âAt thirty-five weeks? I canât believe that. Itâs just too late by then. The babyâs ready to be born. You can feel it pushing its way into place, waiting. It wouldnât be just killing yourself, it would be destroying someone else too. I donât see how any woman could do it.â
âWell, this one did. She even left a note to prove it.â
âWhat did it say?â
I told her. She was silent for a moment, but I noticed a flash of tears in her eyes. âIâm sorry, I still donât believe it.â
And I thought about sweet Kate, sitting in her Habitat house with her Habitat man bringing her cups of tea and wallpapering the babyâs room, while Carolyn sat nursing an eighth-month belly, her dancersâ legs lost beneath her and nowhere and no one to go home to. âMaybe it was different for her. She didnât have anyone. She was on her own.â
âThatâs not what I mean, Hannah, you donât understand.â And her voice was fierce. âEarlier maybe, yes, then I can imagine someone being desperate enough to let it all go. But not by then. Thatâs the whole point. By then itâs not up to you any more. Youâre no longer the one in charge. I donât mean youâre not scared, Iâm sure everyoneâs scared. But itâs not that kind of fear, and even if it is, itâs too late to do anything about it. I mean by then even the man is irrelevant. Itâs just you and it. And it wouldnât let you do it.â She stopped, then shook her head. âI donât know how to explain it, thereâs a kind of lassitude that comes over in you in those last few weeks, like being in suspended animation. Youâre just waiting, both of you. I canât describe it any better than that. All I know is, however bad things were, I just donât believe she would have done it, whatever her note said.â
For Kate it was a long answer. I didnât reply. I remember her telling me how, just after Amy was born, she had felt as if someone had stripped away a layer of her skin, so that now everything felt more, and hurt more, but that stories of mothers and children hurt most of all. I felt alienated by her pain. As if she had done all the feeling for me, leaving me no room to find my own thoughts. Elder sisters. Who needs them? But you listen to them all the same. And who was I to say she didnât know more about Carolyn Hamilton than any policemen or male coroner. Or childless private eye. The great divide again.
âKate?â Colinâs voice rose up amid the babble.
She let out a small sigh, and the spell was broken. âYes, Colin, Iâm here. Iâm coming.â She turned to me apologetically. âSorry, I can see that instinct probably makes for lousy detective work. But you did ask.â
âYes,â I said. Because she was right. I had.
CHAPTER SEVEN
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