up his troubled childhood. He looked again at the photograph he was still holding. If only heâd had the guts to talk to the man last week. Why? It was probably a complete stranger, and if not, what did any of it matter? He put the photo down as if it was contaminated and swallowed the last mouthful of cake with difficulty.
âIâm sorry,â he said suddenly in English. âI go.â
âNo! Please.â Her grip on his arm was tight, insistent, and he sat back.
He enjoyed listening to her talking about Ivan as a boy, and nodded politely as she mentioned others in the family. He paid particular attention as Anja told him about his aunt, Vesna, wondering if heâd learn anything about her marriage to Mihal Novak. Anja merely said theyâd divorced. Vinko tried to keep his voice casual as he asked why.
âFrom what she told us, there was no one reason. Things just got steadily worse. He was often away on business, sometimes for weeks, leaving her with the kids. He ran a small transport company, though we werenât convinced everything they carried was strictly legal. And when he was at home, he wasâ¦not an easy man to live with. Worse when he drank. Towards the end, we believed â though Vesna never said â heâd threatened her with violence. Even hit her. Though we were never sure.â She looked sad and angry. âDivorce is never good, especially not when children are involved, but Iâm not ashamed to say I was relieved.â
It was also a relief of sorts when the back door opened and they both looked round. Boris came noisily through to the living room.
âSo youâre still here? Come and shake your granddadâs hand, then.â
Vinko obeyed and could smell drink on the manâs breath as he approached.
âIt is an honour to meet you, sir,â he said in the language his grandmother had led him to associate with these surroundings.
âWeâll have none of that here. English it is in this house. You can speak English?â
âYes. Though I like more to talk my own language if I can. With my family.â
âWell you canât. Not in my house.â
âBorisââ
He cut Anja short. âI daresay Iâve forgotten every word I ever knew â I chose to, like I chose to make a new life here â and Iâll not have you two whispering behind my back. So if youâre going to stayâ¦â
Vinko looked at Anja, saw the plea in her eyes. âIf this you want.â
âAye. Thatâs what I want.â
He sat down in an armchair. Vinko perched on a dining chair at the edge of the room, shy about returning to Anjaâs side on the sofa. She rose and picked up a magazine from the coffee table together with the letter and photos sheâd hastily concealed beneath it when her husband arrived.
âIâll just go and make a start on the dinner.â
âHide âem away well, love.â Boris laughed to himself as she left the room. âThinks Iâll chuck âem on tâ fire one day.â
Vinko flashed him a look but kept silent.
âSo what brings you here? Spinney found you, did he? Been talking to you?â
âI donât know who isâ¦Spinney.â
âDo I look like I were born yesterday? If heâs sent you here for us to see you right âcause you claim to be our Ivanâs kid, he can think again.â He pronounced it eye-van, which got Vinkoâs hackles up. He focused on this legitimate annoyance to keep from betraying himself by asking Boris too eagerly, too soon, to clarify what he meant by âsee you rightâ.
âI donât know who or what you talk about.â
âNow look hereââ
âHe doesnât, Boris,â said Anja, coming through from the kitchen. âHe didnât even know Jay was still alive. And of course Vinkoâs who he says he is. Havenât you got eyes in your
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