Gino's Arranged Bride. Lucy GordonЧитать онлайн книгу.
for myself—I wash a mean cup.’
They laughed together and finished putting things away.
She drove him into town in her little car, and they managed to get to see the bank manager after only a short wait.
‘It’ll take a few days for funds to arrive from your Italian account to your new one with us,’ the manager said. ‘But in the meantime there’ll be no problem if you overdraw a little.’
Gino’s first action was to pay Laura two weeks’ rent.
‘For this week and next,’ he said.
‘But this week’s almost over,’ she protested.
‘Business is business. Half a week counts as a full week.’
‘I’m the landlady. Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?’
‘You should, but you’re a terrible businesswoman, so I’m saying it for you.’ He looked at her kindly. ‘Someone needs to look out for you.’
It was so long since anyone had looked out for her that at first the words were almost startling.
‘I still feel guilty taking this,’ she said.
‘Don’t worry, you’ll earn it. I’ll be the most troublesome tenant you’ve ever had.’
By way of demonstrating just how awkward he could be he came round the shops with her, carrying things and generally making himself useful, explaining that he was improving his English.
Sometimes he clowned, claiming not to know words that she was sure he did know. He would throw himself on her mercy with a piteous air that made her laugh.
Gradually she absorbed the message that he was sending out. She could relax. He was harmless. All he asked was to be left in peace to wrestle with whatever demons were driving him.
Laura was happy to give him the space he needed, but she was curious about him. Although he talked a lot, most of his words were the equivalent of blowing bubbles in the air. The amount of real information he disclosed about himself was almost nil.
She, on the other hand, found herself revealing more than she could remember ever doing.
‘I was born around here,’ she told him as they sat over tea and toast when they stopped for a break. ‘And I thought this was the dullest place on earth. I wanted London and the bright lights.’
‘Did you ever manage it?’
‘Yes, I enrolled in a London dance academy. I was in the chorus of a few shows. Then six of us got together and formed a little dance troupe. Jack was our agent.’
‘Sounds like a match made in heaven. Did he try to make you a star?’
She laughed ruefully. ‘No. I did hope about that for a while, but once we were married he wanted me to give it all up and be domestic.
‘We argued about it for a while, but then I found I was pregnant. And when Nikki came along I just wanted to be with her. Besides, I’d put on a few pounds that I’ve never managed to shift since.’
He surveyed her critically. ‘I can’t see them.’
‘They’re still there, and they’re just too much for me to be a dancer. Anyway, I’m too old now.’
‘Eighty?’ he hazarded. ‘Ninety?’
‘Thirty-two.’
‘You’re kidding. You don’t look a day over fifty.’
She laughed, but there was a shadow in her manner, and he was immediately contrite.
‘I’m sorry, that wasn’t funny.’
‘No, I’m just being over-sensitive. It was a mistake for me to start talking about the past. It reminded me that I promised myself that by the time I was thirty my name would be in lights.’
‘Don’t you talk about the past normally?’
‘Who with? Not Nikki, it would be too painful for her. And why would the tenants be interested? They come and go.’
He had a sudden vivid picture of her isolation, the burdens she was carrying alone.
‘Did you come back to live here after you broke up with your husband?’ he asked.
‘Yes, I couldn’t have stayed in London. For one thing it was too expensive, and for another he—well, I suppose he bribed me to go away. He was becoming fairly well known in showbiz. He didn’t want to risk the “beautiful people” learning that he had a daughter who wasn’t perfect. He said it would hurt him professionally.
‘So he offered me a better settlement to get out, and I accepted it because that was best for Nikki anyway. I came back here and used the money to buy the house. It’s a living.’
‘Not much of one if you have to work in the evenings too. When do you sleep?’
‘Ah, but look on the bright side. I never have to pay for babysitting. There’s always someone at home with Nikki, and she likes them all.’
‘So none of them reacted hurtfully to her face?’
‘No, but I warned them all before they saw her. I never leave it to chance, if I can help it, and of course she guesses that. It’s people like you she values, the ones who had no warning.’
‘I just hope I don’t let her down.’
Laura frowned. ‘I don’t think that’s possible,’ she said thoughtfully. ‘It’s the spell, you see. It’s cast over you too, and whatever you do, she’ll see it in the best way, in the light of that spell.’
‘You talk as though you believe in magic,’ he said curiously.
‘If someone is determined to think the best of you, no matter what you do, I think that a kind of magic spell.’
The words gave him a strange feeling, as if she’d looked into his mind. Only last night he’d known that he had to think the best of Alex, no matter what.
‘Yes, it is,’ he said heavily. ‘The strongest kind there is.’
They returned to the boarding house to find Bert and Fred pottering about in the kitchen.
Fred was the nightclub bouncer, a vast mountain of a man with a sleepy, contented manner. Little Bert was an amiable ferret.
Gino was instantly at ease with them, chiefly because he wanted to know all about English sport. Soon the three of them were friends for life.
Mrs Baxter returned from school, with Nikki, who gave her mother a brief greeting before claiming her new friend’s full attention.
‘Let the poor man have a cup of tea before you jump on him,’ Laura begged.
‘But Mummy I did a picture at school and Gino wants to see it. Don’t you?’
‘Absolutely,’ he responded at once. ‘I’m longing to see it.’
‘Just don’t let her be a pest?’ Laura said, smiling.
‘How can she be a pest?’ Gino demanded at once. ‘We are friends.’
For half an hour he sat listening, with every sign of interest, as Nikki showed him her picture and explained what it was about. Only when Laura wanted to lay the table did they move.
Sadie and Claudia came in from the factory and Gino immediately asked if there were any jobs available.
‘Only in the warehouse, lifting heavy boxes,’ Sadie said. ‘I expect you want something more exciting.’
‘I’ll take what I can get,’ Gino said. ‘I can lift things.’
‘In that case, report to the chief packer first thing tomorrow.’
He did so and secured