The Beachcomber

‘If I can.’

‘Yer said one o’ the reasons yer mother told yer about this place was so she could give summat more valuable to yer sister, is that right?’

‘That’s what I think, yes.’

‘And if yer hadn’t been given this house … would you have “objected” … about yer sister being given all these expensive things?’

Kathy managed a smile. ‘No. All my life my mother has given me nothing – not material things, and certainly not her love. And I never asked for anything. I had my dad’s love and, in the end, I made my own way, in spite of her.’

‘I understand.’ Jasper saw the determined set of her jaw and thought how like her father she was. ‘It’s a pity your mother saw this house as “derelict”.’ He gave a hearty chuckle. ‘I reckon Liz would be deeply hurt to hear her carefully chosen furniture described as being “rubbish”.’

Kathy explained. ‘Mother was bound to say that, because she thought my father and Liz had probably chosen it together. In fact, I’m sure she only came to see the house out of curiosity. My mother would never have dirtied her hands on Father’s love-nest … unless, of course, it was filled with priceless things.’

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