The Plantation (59 page)

There was a lot of busyness as the luggage was stowed, though her many trunks had already been sent ahead. Margaret’s and Roland’s parting was perfunctory and unemotional, although it might have seemed from a distance that Roland held his wife more tightly than usual, lingering for a moment so he could remember the softness of her body, the smell of her hair, the familiarity of her. But Margaret didn’t seem to notice.

Roland swung his daughter into the air, but she was eager to be in the car, heading off on an adventure in her best dress. In the car, Margaret rolled down the window and gave a final wave to the staff, hovering by the portico, before Roland touched her fingertips.

‘Travel safely.’

‘Of course, Roland.’

‘Be a good girl for your mother, Caroline.’

He stood in the driveway until the car was out of sight, then slowly turned and walked up the steps into the house.

‘And Roland never wavered. As far as I know he never tried to get Margaret to return to Utopia,’ said Bill.

‘Do you know why they never divorced?’ Julie asked.

‘I don’t suppose Margaret ever asked him for one, so Roland saw no need. He was old-fashioned in that sense. But he never saw her or Caroline again,’ answered Bill.

‘She must have felt very ashamed, because she never mentioned the Ah Kit episode to anyone,’ said Caroline. ‘She led everyone to believe it was her choice to return to Australia because the East no longer suited her, and Roland had acquiesced in her decision. I used to tell people that my father was too busy running a plantation in Malaya to come to Australia. Because my parents had never got divorced, I always hoped that one day they would get back together and we’d be a family once more, but I realise now that I was just trying to suppress the reality of the situation.’

‘Mum, she kept everything secret. No wonder she never wanted to talk about Malaya after the war,’ said Julie.

Caroline twisted her hands together. ‘Do you know what really makes me upset about all this? My mother told everyone that Bette’s decision to marry Tony Tsang was the reason that the family were disgraced but now it turns out that it was her actions that were the problem. It is terrible to think that although Bette saved Philip’s life, my mother made my aunt the scapegoat for all her troubles.’

‘I’m sorry to upset you. Maybe I shouldn’t have told you everything that happened,’ said Bill, looking concerned.

Julie took her mother’s hand. ‘No, Bill. It’s fine. It’s what we came to find out. You’ve answered a lot of questions for us. Maybe they’re not what we were expecting.’ She looked at her mother. ‘Mum, you can’t blame your mother for everything. The war changed things for Gran. It did for a lot of people. Some adjusted and some didn’t.’

‘That is very true,’ said Bill. ‘And while Roland knew the marriage was over, I believe that he never stopped loving the woman he had married, and there was never anyone else, until the day he died.’

On the drive from Goondiwindi back to Brisbane, mother and daughter reviewed Bill’s story. They felt they’d come to know and understand Margaret much better.

‘If only she’d shared what had happened with me,’ said Caroline. ‘I’d have tried to understand.’

‘Maybe in this day and age family would have been more accepting, but there’s no way Gran would ever have told anyone that her husband essentially banished her because she’d betrayed the man who’d saved Roland’s life in the war!’ said Julie.

‘But that secret deprived me of a relationship with my father and my brother,’ said Caroline sadly.

‘I wonder if Philip knew about all this?’ said Julie.

‘It’s no use speculating, because it’s all too late now, anyway.’

Julie glanced at her mother. ‘I think you’ve done pretty well with the family you’ve got, Mum. You’ve helped find Aunt Bette, you’re about to dash to Adelaide and become a granny yourself. You’ve won the battle of the bypass. Now all you have to do is to take Dad up to Malaysia, and reconnect with your family there.’

Caroline smiled. ‘Actually, I’ve been thinking about that. I’m going to ring those boys at Utopia and discuss a visit, but not till next year.’

‘No! You’ll be hard to drag away from that baby in the Adelaide Hills,’ laughed Julie.

‘And what about you, Jules? Are you planning another trip? Maybe to Penang to see a certain RAAF officer?’

‘That would be nice,’ said Julie. ‘I hate this long- distance social networking. A kiss and a cuddle would be far better. But I don’t think that he’ll be at Butterworth much longer. He’s told me that the operation there is nearly finished.’

Paul had the barbecue going and a salad made when they arrived back at Bayview.

‘So are you going to tell me the story over a glass of wine?’ he asked Caroline as he gave her a kiss and then hugged Julie.

‘Dad, open a bottle. It’s quite a saga,’ said Julie.

He looked at Caroline. ‘You all right, sweetie?’

She nodded. ‘Bill was amazing, especially for his age. His memory was better than mine, I felt! What is it with these ex-colonials? They seem to go on forever. His story explains a lot about my mother. In a way I do feel sorry for her, but she did some very unjust things, and not only to Roland and Bette,’ said Caroline suddenly feeling teary.

Paul put his arms about her and held her. ‘It’s probably best to know the whole truth, darling. Tell me about it, when you’re ready.’

Julie went out onto the verandah, leaving her parents together. What good, kind, loving people they were. Suddenly, she felt lonely. She missed Christopher. She went to the car and found her phone, and sent a text message to him asking when he was available to Skype and chat. Although she wanted to share Bill’s story, what she really wanted was to hear Christopher’s voice. But when she read his reply to her message, she let out a gasp and raced inside. Her parents were sitting close together on the lounge, sipping a glass of wine.

‘You’re never going to believe this!’ shrieked Julie, dancing and waving her phone about.

‘No more surprises, please,’ begged her father.

‘Darling, what is it?’ asked her mother.

‘It’s Christopher. He asked for a transfer and it’s come through! You’ll never guess where he’s been transferred … Amberley Air Force Base.’

‘Amberley, here in Brisbane? That’s great,’ cried Caroline. ‘I’m so happy for you.’

Paul beamed at his daughter. ‘He must have had a reason to want to transfer to Amberley, and I think I can guess what it is.’

‘Now we’ll get to meet him,’ said Caroline.

Paul stood up. ‘I think it’s time to open a bottle of my best champagne.’

The End