“I wish you luck Mr Davenport. I hope youa and your wife will find the happiness you’re looking for.”
He remembered smiling, even laughing; the relief so overwhelming he had been rendered suddenly stupid. The journey to that point had been so long, he didn’t believe that there could ever be another to match it, but he had been wrong. The stupid are also blind and deaf and desperately naïve. He was pretty sure that Mrs Popborski already knew it when she agreed to help; she knew the journey had been too long.
He could almost have believed that she was standing at his shoulder the day he was so afraid he thought he might pee himself. Mary trembled in the cold light of the bathroom holding a kitchen knife over her wrist. That night the darkness had been endless, holding her shivering and weeping in his arms trying to reconcile the depths of her wanting against the lack of available resource and the warning that she may be too unstable to cope even if she did get what she wanted.
Rebecca
