âSomething we have in common, lovely, I donât like the crowds so much either. Itâs a stupid profession that Iâm in for someone who hates gatherings like this, but, hey, you do what youâre good at, donât you?â
I gave a hard, slow blink to stop myself wondering exactly what else he was good at. âWhereâs your â¦. every time Iâve seen you thereâs been ⦠security men?â
âAh, Bill and Ben the Flowerpot Men. Given them the slip for a moment.â He gestured towards a bottle of Scotch and a single, full glass balanced on the wall near the steps. âJust wanted some fresh air and a drink of something that doesnât taste like muleâs piss.â The voice dropped to that whisper again and I had to lean in close to catch his words. âYou wonât give me away, will you, bach ?â He shook his head, comically scuffing a toe in the sand like a child.
Suddenly there was a presence at my other shoulder.
âGeth? Youâre wanted inside. Theyâre going to announce the arrangements for tomorrowâs Big Competition, you have to be there.â
âOh, what? Why? Canât they get on without me?â
âYouâre the star .â Jackâs voice was bitter. âOf course they canât do it without you.â
âBut â¦â
âGeth.â Warning, now.
âOh, fuck. All right, boy, Iâll be there. Keep your shirt on.â Gethryn turned to me. âRain check on this then, bach , yes?â And before I could answer heâd headed back up the steps into the diner.
I stayed where heâd left me, stunned. Half-consciously rubbing my scar with the back of my hand and making a mental note to always always use this brand of cover-up. Mouth still open.
âAnd you, pull yourself together.â Jack spoke from between clenched teeth. âMr Fantastic has gone now.â
âI canât believe â¦â I was staring into space. âHe spoke to me. He actually spoke to me!â
âWhoopee doo.â Jack sounded sardonic now. âIs that his drink?â He gestured towards the bottle and glass on the wall.
âNo.â I wanted Jack to give me the bottle. It was something Gethryn had touched. I would keep it forever. And I was never going to wash this hand again.
âOkay. If you say so.â Jack gave me an odd look. A sudden renegade breeze startled his hair over his face and, as he brushed it back, I noticed his eyes looked worried. Unsettled. âJust ⦠Skye. Gethryn isnât ⦠Heâs sometimes a bit ⦠difficult, you know?â
âYou donât have to worry about me,â I said tightly. âIâm capable of looking out for myself.â
All I got for that was an ironically raised eyebrow which, bearing in mind this morningâs little fiasco, had a point. âI realise that Iâm shouting prayers in the Church of Satan here but just ⦠be careful. Thatâs all.â
He was more smartly dressed than Iâd seen him before, I noticed now. A proper shirt, and jeans that were if not exactly dressy, then at least clean. He wore a narrow-framed pair of glasses and for one tiny second I felt a tickle of familiarity. Iâve seen you somewhere before. A long time ago ⦠Before the accident? Possibly, but this had the feeling of not being part of the memory loss, simply something I couldnât immediately recall. Perfectly normal not-remembering of something ⦠Something that came associated with ⦠trouble?
âOh, there you are.â Felix came fussing across the yard like a hen whose chicks have become dispersed. âFancy a stroll?â
Jack stared at him. âAre you not going to listen to the announcement about tomorrowâs quââ
Felix cut him off. âAre you feeling all right, Skye? Youâre a bit pink ⦠Did it all get a bit
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