Buying the Virgin

Chapter 83: The Girl Who Came Back - Chapter Thirty-Nine

… and there, I see, set in the trees, tumble down and dilapidated, is an old house. Shutters hang from rusty hinges. The roof is showing daylight, and a tree grows out from the inside, reaching for the sky through a broken window. It is a sad remnant of the building it has been.

But it has been, in the past, utterly beautiful.

“It goes with the hotel,” says Michael. “The owners think it needs to be demolished. I don’t agree. Neither does James…” He swings around to my Master, inviting agreement.

“It does need a lot of work,” says my Master. “But yes, I agree, it’s worth saving.”

Hands in his pockets, Michael stands up straight, looking at me. “What do you think?”

“What do I think? Of what? You doing a renovation? Yes, fine, if it’s what you want to do… I’d not realised it was your kind of thing….”

My Master shakes his head, sucking in his cheeks. “You can lead a horse to water….”

Michael looks exasperated. “Charlotte, would you like to live here? For this to be our home?”

Home?

“I’ve never had a.…. home…”

He takes me at the waist, pulling me in, his chin resting on my head. “You can have one now. Would you like this to be it?”

Would I like it?

Oh, my God. Yes!

“Michael, I don’t know what to say…”

“’Yes’ or ‘No’ would be a good start…”

“Yes. Oh God. Yes!”

“Good. That’s decided then. I’ll put in the offer to the owners. Wait here. I’ll be back”

He strides off, leaving me with my Master. He smiles, takes my hand and kisses it. “Happy?”

Happy’s not the right word. Ecstatic would be more like

“Don’t get too carried away. It won’t be fit to live in for some

“Can we go inside?”

the joists are rotten, and woodworm has had most

is interrupted by Michael’s

the offer?” asks

cash on the table, they

don’t think you have much competition though. They

“Michael? Master?”

turn to

home, you mean… the

and kisses the top of my head. “The three of

says my Master, “I need somewhere to live. I won’t have the City

“You won’t?”

part of the accommodation deal on my old contract. Now I’m a director, I’m supposed to be

I say, staring

lifts my chin with a finger, his expression concerned. “What’s wrong? You look disappointed.

a pity to lose the mirrored room, isn’t it.?” I

mirrored room will rise from the

*****

last evening

going to miss this

out, to where the grey sea tumbles surf over the sands. Clouds loom, threatening the first of the Autumn storms. Music plays softly in the background; some lovely, lyrical piece that leaves me swaying

be happy enough to let us use it again from

buffeted by the winds, occasionally diving

do this evening?”

stay here, to just enjoy being

louder. We turn. Michael is there, adjusting the volume. A melody, haunting, lyrical and

with me,” he smiles, arms held

I’d love

“But...?”

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