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Kitty had said nothing. She had made soothing noises, which is what she reverted to when she didn’t know what to say. Her own memories rendered her silent. She was afraid that should she speak, Merritt might find more out about Johnny than he would care to know, and she would make things worse for him.

The ten-year caveat on Middlemist had always seemed
tiresome
. Merritt could have done with the money, as he was sure Kitty could have, but now he understood why Edward had created this stipulation in his will. Grief makes people commit impulsive deeds. Deeds like his – heading off around the world in search of something he still hadn’t found.

Three years later he could see that Middlemist House was bewitching, but while the Middlemist family name came with great history and once with great wealth, all of that had gone over the years. Now all he and Kitty had were the house and what they earned from their jobs.

Even though the house seemed stuck in time, and the gardens were probably overrun and perhaps even beyond repair, he figured he at least had to try to do what he could. If it proved too much then he would sell at the end of the ten years.

The only preparation he had made for his arrival was to have the power switched on again at Middlemist.

When he arrived at the house he was alarmed to find the gates wide open, and as he drove up the driveway in his rental car he was even more concerned to see a large black Range Rover parked on the gravel.

He got out of his car and peered through the windows of the Range Rover with his penlight torch. He could make out a packet of nappies, a doll and some bags of food. Perhaps Kitty had rented the house out without his knowledge, he thought crossly, striding towards the front doors.

As he stepped through the entrance he saw a very slender, beautiful blonde woman coming down the stairs, looking around in wonder. Maybe she was a squatter, on drugs, he thought. Then he wondered how many squatters drove top-of-the-line Range Rovers.

It was only after she rudely asked who he was that he felt his hackles rise. His retaliation alarmed her enough that she ran back up the stairs, calling out his sister’s name.

Kitty came to stand at the top of the stairs. ‘Merritt!’ she cried, and ran down to him where he caught her in a warm embrace.

Willow stood and watched the family reunion with interest.
So, here’s the long-lost, astronomy-expert, green-fingered brother
, she thought.
Hopefully he won’t ruin my plans
. She needed to stay at Middlemist for as long as she could, or at least until she could work out what she was going to do next.

The older brother was handsome. And so
tall
, she thought, watching him embrace his sister. He had a mop of brown curls with slight greying at the temples, a brown face, and brown arms in his white shirt with its sleeves rolled up. In his worn jeans and work boots, he had an air of the outdoors about him.

Merritt and Kitty pulled away from each other. ‘How are you, Miss Kitty?’ he asked kindly.

‘I’m OK,’ she said, grinning.

Willow walked down the stairs, but stopped before she reached the end. Standing on the bottom step, she was nearly as tall as Merritt. He looked at her, and Kitty shook her head. ‘Sorry – Willow Carruthers, this is my brother Merritt Middlemist.’

Willow held out her hand for Merritt to take it and plastered a careful smile on her face.

Merritt took her hand and smiled. ‘Hello. Sorry about the language. I thought you were a homeless person who had taken over my house.’

‘I am,’ said Willow simply, and Merritt laughed. He glanced at her, and realised she reminded him of a flower.
Which one?
he wondered. Her pale face bore a false smile and she was tired; it was as though her bloom had faded.
Thin and tall, elegant but brittle
. He searched his mind for the plant he was looking for.

Kitty looked at Willow, unsure of what to say next. Willow had told her in no uncertain terms that she was not to let anyone know about her financial situation until she had it worked out. Willow had paid her wages for the next eight weeks, but couldn’t promise any more after that until she got back to work.

‘Are you a friend of Kitty’s then?’ he asked.

Kitty laughed nervously. ‘No, Willow’s my boss. I’m her nanny.’

‘Oh great. Good for you,’ said Merritt cheerfully. ‘Is your husband here?’ he inquired politely.

‘No,’ said Willow. ‘I don’t have a husband.’

‘Right then,’ said Merritt, not knowing where to look.

‘I don’t know why I said that. I’m sorry,’ said Willow, her face red.

‘Well it’s better to talk about it, I’ve found,’ said Merritt kindly, and he looked at Kitty who smiled gently at him in return.

‘What are you doing back here?’ asked Kitty. ‘I haven’t heard from you in three years!’ she admonished. ‘I would have written to you, but you know …’ her voice trailed off.

‘I know. I didn’t have an address anyway,’ he said. ‘Let’s have a drink. I’m desperate. I stopped at the off-licence and got some tonic and gin and a lemon. I wasn’t sure whether the lemon tree would be kind enough to give me anything after all these years. You up for a G&T?’

‘Yes please,’ said Kitty.

‘Sure,’ said Willow, not sure at all of the giant man with worn hands and curly brown hair in desperate need of a cut.

Willow and Kitty followed Merritt into the kitchen, where he set about making them all drinks. Willow sat in silence as she listened to Kitty and Merritt talk. Their familiar tone with each other, their joking and laughing, was something she had never experienced. She found it captivating.

He set the drinks down in front of them and sat down at the kitchen table. He looked huge on the delicate cane chair, and Willow tried not to stare.

‘So, Willow. What do you do?’ he asked genuinely.

Willow looked at him to see if he was joking but
she couldn’t see any amusement in his eyes. ‘I’m an actor,’ she
said.

‘Oh great. I love the theatre,’ said Merritt as he sipped his strong G&T.

‘More films actually,’ she said, with an edge to her voice.

‘Right. I don’t see many films. Sometimes I see them on the planes but I never pay much attention. Those headphone things are too small for my head,’ he said ruefully, rubbing his mop of hair.

Kitty laughed. ‘Silly. Willow’s won an Oscar,’ she declared, proud of her boss.

Willow shrugged. She wasn’t proud of her award.

‘Wow, an Oscar. Well done you,’ said Merritt, looking at her carefully. He knew what flower she was now. A Japanese windflower. Tall, fair, elegant. Liable to snap at any minute, he thought, looking at the dark circles under her eyes.

‘You still haven’t told me why you’re back?’ asked Kitty to Merritt.

Merritt turned the glass in his hand. ‘I just thought I should check up on the house. And you, of course.’

‘Well, I’m glad you’re back,’ Kitty said happily. ‘How long will you stay?’

‘Not sure yet,’ he said vaguely, ‘I want to get an idea of how things are here, and if the house can be saved or if we should sell.’

‘What do you mean “saved”?’ asked Kitty.

‘Well, it’s in pretty bad shape,’ he said, looking around the old kitchen.

‘I know,’ said Kitty sadly.

The kitchen door opened slightly and the three turned to look. A small face peered through the crack at them. ‘What are you doing out of bed?’ asked Willow.

Poppy walked through the door shyly and looked at Merritt. ‘Who’s him?’ she asked.

‘Who’s that?’ corrected Willow.

‘Who’s that?’ asked Poppy again, more confidently.

‘Hello, I’m Merritt. I’m Kitty’s big brother.’

‘I’m Poppy,’ she said, and stood next to Kitty.

‘Poppy – the flower of magic, beauty and imagination,’ said Merritt.

‘Your name is silly,’ said Poppy, and put her thumb in her mouth.

‘Poppy!’ exclaimed Willow. ‘That’s rude.’

‘No, she speaks the truth,’ laughed Merritt. ‘It’s terrible, I agree, Poppy. It’s a family name. Has Kitty told you her full name yet?’

Willow and Poppy turned expectantly to Kitty. She looked down at the table.

‘Tell us,’ said Willow, not quite believing Kitty had worked for her for three years and she had never known her nanny’s full name.

‘Katinka Iris Clementina Ceres Middlemist,’ she sighed. It was such an awful lot of letters to spell out. It always took her ages to fill in forms, and she had begun to hate it over the years.

Willow looked at her, eyes wide. ‘That’s quite a name,’ she said.

‘I know, I hate it.’

‘So where’s Kitty from?’ asked Willow, as Poppy crawled onto her lap.

‘My mother called me Kitty-Kat as a baby and the Kitty stuck. I much prefer it.’

‘They are all beautiful names though. Katinka Iris Clementina Ceres Middlemist,’ she repeated to herself. ‘How did your parents come to choose those names?’

‘Katinka is a family name – some mad aunt I think. Iris is my
mother’s name. Clementina is after my great-great-grandmother
and Ceres is the goddess of agriculture and the harvest. Merritt’s full name is Merritt Edward Oswald Middlemist. It sounds like a name for a duck,’ said Kitty.

‘Thanks so much. I shall walk about quacking now.’ He looked at Poppy and gave an almighty quack.

Poppy laughed hysterically and Willow smiled. ‘You have children, Merritt?’

‘No.’

‘You’re so good with them,’ said Willow, watching the adoration in Poppy’s eyes for her new friend. For a brief moment sadness swept over her and she wished Kerr had been able to have fun with the children, with her.

‘Perhaps. Kitty’s the one who children love,’ he said, and Kitty smiled at him. ‘What about your name, Willow?’

‘Ah, I was named after Willa Cather.’

Kitty looked at her, puzzled.

‘Willa Cather the author – you know, Prairie Trilogy and all that? Perhaps she’s not known in the UK.’

Merritt nodded. ‘I know of Willa Cather.’

‘No middle names?’ asked Kitty swiftly, moving the
conversation
along.

‘Nope.’

‘Lucky thing,’ said Kitty, thinking of all the letters in her long name.

Willow looked down at a tired Poppy in her arms. ‘Kitty, would you?’

‘Sure.’ Kitty stood up and took Poppy from Willow.

‘So, just Poppy?’ asked Merritt as Kitty left the room with the sleepy little girl in her arms.

‘No. Two more. Lucian, who’s five, and Jinty, who’s eighteen months.’

‘Wow, and no husband to help?’ Merritt shook his head.

‘No, but then who needs a husband when you have Kitty?’ said Willow.

Merritt looked to see if she was joking and saw she was serious. ‘Fair enough,’ he said.

Kitty came back into the kitchen. ‘She was asleep by the time I was at the top of the stairs.’

Willow stood up. ‘I think I might be also. I might head off to bed. What room should I take, Kitty?’

‘The one at the furthest end of the corridor on the left. There are clean sheets in the linen closet as you walk by. Bathroom opposite,’ said Kitty.

‘Great. Nice to meet you, Merritt. Sorry about the misunderstanding on the stairs,’ said Willow.

‘Lovely to meet you too, and I apologise for the language,’ said Merritt, laughing.

Willow smiled at him. For a moment their eyes met and she felt like she was about to say something, but then it was gone from her mind. Merritt stood waiting for her to speak. She’d looked as though she was going to say something, but then she’d stayed silent. Strange woman, he thought as she walked from the kitchen.

After she had left, Merritt turned to Kitty. ‘So what’s the story?’

‘Well I can’t tell you everything – it’s all a bit awful – but she needs to escape for a while and so I offered her the house until she works out what she’s doing with the divorce and all. If I had known you were coming back …’ Kitty trailed off.

‘No, no, I should have called you. It’s fine. I’m just going to do some assessing of the house and the gardens and try and work out a plan as to whether the house will ever be habitable, or whether we’ll have to sell to the National Trust.’

‘It looks shabbier than ever,’ admitted Kitty. ‘I hate to think what it looks like during the day.’

‘Well, we’ll see in the morning,’ said Merritt, standing up and stretching. ‘What’s she like? Your Oscar-winning boss?’

‘She’s nice. A little bit crazy at times, but she’s had a rough time over the years I’ve been with her. Did you really not know who she was?’ asked Kitty, as she stood opposite her brother.

‘Of course I knew who she was – I haven’t been in a coma – but I wasn’t going to let her know that. She has that look of haughty expectation. Way too high maintenance. I wanted her to keep it real.’ He laughed.

Upstairs, Willow lay on the flannel sheets she had found in the hall cupboard. They smelt of mildew and violets. Merritt’s face crossed her mind. It felt nice that he didn’t know who she was. Anyway, she had no idea who she was any more, so why should anyone else claim to know her? Rolling over, she faced the large window with only one curtain drawn. She could see the crescent moon outside.

Now was the time to find out who she was, and there was no better place to do it than here, she thought. She drifted off to sleep, dreaming of staircases and tunnels and violets.

CHAPTER FIVE

The next morning when Willow was still asleep and Kitty was up with the children, Merritt came stomping into the kitchen, his boots caked with mud.

‘Fuck a duck, it’s a shithole out there!’ he exclaimed, and he heard a child laugh.

Looking up he saw three faces staring at him. ‘Whoops … sorry about the language.’

Kitty frowned at him. ‘Be careful what you say. Poppy repeats everything.’

‘And what about you? Do you know that swearing i
s the sign of a low vocabulary
?’ he said to Lucian as he po
ured himself a mug of tea
from the brown pot on the table.

‘Lucian doesn’t talk. If you want to tell him anything you have to go through me,’ said Poppy with her little arms crossed. This morning she was wearing her pyjamas with a dressing gown that he was sure had once belonged to his father; navy silk with stains and moth holes.

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