The Soldier's Wife (25 page)

Isabel smiled at him. She leaned sideways and kissed his cheek. ‘I'm going up to bed.'

‘Sweet dreams, princess. And thanks for lending me your bedroom.' He put his reading glasses on and picked up the paper on his knee. ‘Look under the pillow when I'm gone,' he said. ‘You never know what you might find there.'

Isabel pulled her earplugs out of her ears. There were extra sounds from downstairs, not just the usual noise of the twins making a commotion, but someone arriving, the door opening, pleased voices. Isabel laid her earplugs on top of her iPod and swung herself upright so that she could push her feet into her black ballet pumps – they were scuffed enough, now, to satisfy her – and shuffled across the room to open the door.

‘Isabel!' Alexa was calling. ‘Isabel! Come down. There's someone I want you to meet.'

She dawdled across the landing and looked down into the narrow hall. Alexa was standing below her, unbalanced by having Tassy on one hip, and Flora was jigging beside her, clutching one trouser leg. A bit further on, by the door, just beyond a wagging Beetle, was a young man with a pinkish face and neat Army hair, in jeans and a waxed jacket, and in front of him was a girl with fantastic hair and truly amazing boots that went right up over her knees, almost to the hem of a white wool coat that wasn't, really, any longer than a jacket.

Alexa glanced up at Isabel. ‘Darling, come on down. Come and meet Mel. Mel and Freddie.'

Mel manoeuvred herself past Beetle and came to the bottom of the stairs. She lifted the hair off her forehead and let it fall back again, slippery and shiny. ‘Hi,' she said.

Isabel slithered down two steps. ‘Hi.'

‘You're Isabel.'

‘Yes.'

Mel put a booted foot on the bottom step and smiled up at her. ‘I heard about school. Congratulations.'

‘Oh. Thank you.'

Mel turned her head and looked back at Freddie. He came forward towards the stairs, Beetle grunting beside him. The two of them stood there, looking up at Isabel. They seemed to her like two people in an advertisement for scent or shampoo, beautiful and gleaming, like perfect pieces of fruit.

Mel said, ‘We've come to tell you all something, me and Freddie.' She glanced at him and giggled. ‘We've come to show you …'

She pulled her left hand out of her coat pocket and brandished it, and something flashed in the air, the rainbow flash of a sudden small brilliance.

‘Oh, wow,' Isabel breathed.

Alexa and Freddie were laughing. So was Mel. Alexa
leaned forward, letting Tassy slip unevenly to the floor, and seized Mel's wrist. ‘You did it!'

‘Yes.'

‘You said yes!'

Mel glanced at Freddie. He said proudly, ‘She did.'

‘Please don't say she couldn't resist you.'

‘Wouldn't dream of it!'

‘Actually,' Mel said, ‘I wanted to. I just – wanted to. It began to feel nothing but perverse, purely perverse, not to.'

The twins were crowding round Mel now, jabbering to see the ring. Isabel slipped a few more steps closer to the bottom. Mel bent so that the twins could seize her hand, and over her back Alexa said to Freddie, ‘Look after her.'

‘It's all I want.'

Alexa gave him a little smile. She said, simply, ‘You're a soldier.'

Isabel descended the last few steps.

‘It's a
diamond
,' Tassy announced importantly. ‘It's a real
diamond
.'

Mel straightened up and looked at Isabel. She said, ‘You'll have one of these one day.'

‘Not yet!' Alexa said.

She put an arm out and took Isabel's hand. She glanced at Mel. ‘New beginnings …'

Mel nodded. She held out her hand and regarded her ring.

Alexa looked at Isabel. She smiled at her and squeezed the hand she held. ‘New beginnings?' she said, and she looked very much as if she needed a reassuring answer.

‘Yes,' Isabel said. She could feel herself nodding and nodding, like some stupid toy. ‘Yes.'

JOANNA TROLLOPE
is the #1 bestselling author of seventeen novels, including
Daughters-in-Law, Friday Nights, The Other Family, Marrying the Mistress
, and
The Rector's Wife.
She has been writing fiction for more than 30 years; her works have been translated into more than 25 languages and several have been adapted for television. She was appointed to the Order of the British Empire in 1996 for her services to literature, and lives in London and Gloucestershire. Visit her online at www.joannatrollope.com.

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