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to Tullah on Saturday night had reminded him of Jemima.
Tullah...
Don’t start that, he warned himself. You’ve got enough problems without going looking for any more.
‘It’s amazing to think Louise and Katie’s first year at college will be over soon,’ Jenny reflected to Jon as they drove home from seeing Ruth and Grant off.
‘I know,’ Jon replied.
‘I was hoping that now Louise is at university she’d start to grow out of this crush she’s got on Saul. He’s been so good about it. She worries me sometimes, Jon. She’s so headstrong and so single-minded.’
‘Tell me about it,’ Jon returned dryly. ‘She’s a Crighton all right, through and through.’
‘I’m afraid she’s going to have a hard life ahead of her if she doesn’t learn to bend a little,’ Jenny sighed. ‘It’s hard to believe that she and Katie are twins. At times they’re so different temperamentally.’
‘Not so hard, surely,’ Jon commented. ‘Look at David and me.’
Jenny glanced at her husband. After all these years and all that David had done, Jon still put his twin ahead of himself even when he spoke about him.
‘Do you think we’ll ever hear from him again?’ she asked, referring to the fact that while recovering from a severe heart attack Jon’s brother and Olivia’s father had simply walked out of their lives without any explanation. That was over three years ago now and they still hadn’t heard anything definite from him.
‘Who knows? For Dad’s sake, I wish and hope we do. He won’t admit it, you know how stubborn the old man is, but I think he suspects that it wasn’t just the pressure of Tiggy’s illness that made David leave. We can’t risk telling him the whole truth, of course, but he’s changed since David left. He’s still as stubborn as he always was, but now it’s as though he’s clinging to that stubbornness like a crutch he needs to support himself with instead of using it like a stick to beat the rest of us.’
Jenny laughed.
‘Ben is getting older,’ she reminded her husband.
‘Aren’t we all,’ Jon retorted feelingly.
‘What are we going to do about Louise?’ Jenny prodded him. ‘The last time she was home she made a positive nuisance of herself with Saul, inviting herself to go and stay with Hugh and Ann like that and then... And now with Saul living so close, it’s going to be even worse.’
‘She’s your daughter,’ Jon told her tongue-in-cheek, adding mock-virtuously, ‘and it’s a mother’s duty.’
‘She’s your daughter, as well,’ Jenny lost no time in retaliating, concluding triumphantly, ‘and as you’ve just said yourself, she is quite definitely a Crighton. All joking aside, Jon, we’re going to have to do something...say something. If it was Katie, for instance, she’d be mortified at the thought of anyone knowing how she felt, but on the other hand she would never pursue anyone the way Louise is pursuing Saul.’
Jon nodded his agreement. ‘It’s a pity Ruth’s going to be away while she’s home. She’s very good at that sort of thing. Of course, the best thing would be for Saul to find himself someone else...get married again.’
‘Saul marry again?’ Jenny frowned. ‘Do you think he would? It hit him very hard when he and Hillary broke up. I remember him telling me at the time that he felt as though he had failed. Not just failed Hillary and himself and the children, but his parents, the family, his upbringing and his beliefs... everything. He as good as said that even knowing he didn’t love Hillary any more he’d have been prepared to continue with the marriage for the sake of the children.
‘What did you think of Olivia’s weekend guest, by the way,’ Jenny asked her husband in amusement. ‘She was very anti Saul, wasn’t she?’
‘Was she?’ Jon asked, a fatuous semi-glazed expression enveloping his face. ‘I didn’t pay much attention to what she said,’ he admitted, grinning at Jenny.
‘It’s just as well you’re the one driving this car,’ Jenny warned him, ‘otherwise I’d be tempted to push you out. Why is it that when a man sees a more than averagely pretty girl he immediately forgets that she’s also a fully functioning, intelligent and equal human being?’
‘I didn’t forget,’ Jon protested in a mock-injured tone. ‘Obviously she’s intelligent...and very highly qualified, but you’ve got to admit that she’s...well, she’s...’
‘Sexy,’ Jenny suggested with dangerous sweetness.
‘Sexy.’ Jon rolled his eyes. ‘That’s like describing the Grand Canyon as a valley. She’s—’
‘Stop drooling, Jon,’ Jenny advised. ‘It makes you look senile. Mind you,’ she added fair-mindedly, ‘I have to say that she came across very much to me as a woman’s woman. Hardly the type to flirt or make use of her, er, assets.’
‘No, she was a bit on the serious side. Still, living in Haslewich will probably help her to ease down a gear or two. By the way, when are Max and Madeleine next due to visit?’ he asked.
Jenny gave him a shrewd look.
Max, their elder son, was a fast-track barrister with a prestigious set of London chambers. He was also the epitome of his uncle David with most of his faults and several more of his own thrown in. Add to that the fact that he was a handsome and highly sexed young man married to a very sweet but rather plain young woman whose sole claim on his affections was the fact that she was the daughter of a prominent High Court judge with a Law Lord for a grandfather.
Include in the recipe the highly volatile ingredients of a young baby, whom Max made no secret of not having wanted, and several rich and well-connected female clients whom, if the gossip they had heard was correct, he had been equally open about not only wanting but actually having and it was no wonder that Jenny should feel her heart start to sink at the thought of Max coming into contact with Tullah.
He would lay seige to her, of course, because quite simply he was that kind of man, but thankfully Tullah had not struck her as the kind of woman who would come anywhere near being tempted to respond.
As he heard her sigh, Jon looked at his wife with a twinkle in his eyes. ‘Well, it certainly isn’t from me that your son and your daughter get their high-octane sex drives,’ he told her virtuously.
Jenny’s mouth had started to form a round O of rebuttal before she realised he was teasing her, but once she did she simply smiled at him and said softly, ‘Oh no? What about last night, then?’
‘What about it?’ Jon asked innocently, but he was blushing slightly and Jenny shook her head as she reminded him, ‘I wasn’t the one who had to lie to Joss and Jack that I needed an extra hour in bed because I’d got a headache.’
‘No. But you still came up with me,’ he reminded her.
‘That was my duty as your wife,’ she retaliated firmly. ‘After all, a man of your age...a headache could be...could be...’
‘An excuse to get my wife into bed so that I could make love to her,’ Jon suggested softly, adding, ‘Well, tonight we won’t need an excuse, will we? We’ve got the house to ourselves.’
‘Twice in one week,’ Jenny mock protested.
‘What do you mean, twice in one week,’ Jon growled back. ‘We went past that last night!’
“Well, that’s the last of them.’ Sitting back on her heels, Tullah smiled as she looked across the neatly stacked boxes at her mother. ‘Thanks for coming to help me.’ She shook her head as she added ruefully, ‘I had no idea I owned so much stuff.’
‘Well, you can’t get to nearly thirty