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The Curious Charms Of Arthur Pepper. Phaedra Patrick
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isbn 9781474037921
Автор произведения Phaedra Patrick
Жанр Контркультура
Серия MIRA
Издательство HarperCollins
Despite having dropped off yesterday in the car on the way to the B and B, he had slept right through the night. It was the seagulls that had woken him that morning, cawing overhead and tap dancing on the roof.
After his phone call with Lucy last night, he had felt rather tired. He knocked on Bernadette’s door and asked if she minded if he didn’t join her and Nathan for dinner. An early night beckoned and he would see her the next morning. Bernadette nodded but gave him a look to show she was deeply disappointed in him.
He showered, dressed and shaved and made his way to the breakfast room. It was rather jolly, with yellow wipe-clean tablecloths, silk daffodils and framed seaside postcards on the wall. Bernadette and Nathan were already seated at a table for four by the window.
‘Morning,’ he said brightly, joining them.
‘‘Nin’,’ Nathan managed as he poked at the flowers with his knife.
‘Good morning, Arthur,’ Bernadette said. She reached out and lowered her son’s hand. ‘Did you sleep well?’
‘Like a log actually. And you?’
‘I didn’t have a good night. I woke around three and then things started to wander around my mind. I couldn’t stop them.’
Arthur was about to ask what she had been thinking about but a young waitress, who wore a smart black skirt and a yellow blouse, offered tea or coffee. He noticed that she had an anchor tattooed on one wrist and a rose on the other. This seemed to be a disturbing new trend for young people. He couldn’t understand why such a pretty girl would want to resemble a sailor. Then, he scolded himself for being such a fuddy-duddy. Miriam had always encouraged him to be more liberal. ‘I like your tattoos.’ He smiled. ‘Very nice.’
The waitress gave him a confused smile as if she knew the tattoos looked like they had been done by a toddler with access to a needle and pot of ink. Arthur ordered tea and requested a full English breakfast minus the grilled tomatoes.
He and Bernadette both stood at the same time and walked over to the sideboard on which sat mini boxes of cereal and a glass jug of milk. Arthur picked up Rice Krispies and carried them back. Bernadette picked two boxes of Frosties. ‘They never give you enough in these little boxes,’ she said.
The three of them ate in silence. Nathan looked as if he was about to fall asleep at the table, his head bowed and his hair almost dangling in his bowl.
After they had finished, the waitress took the bowls and brought over their cooked breakfasts.
‘These sausages look really tasty,’ Arthur said to Nathan, trying to make conversation.
‘Are.’
‘You mean, they are,’ Bernadette corrected.
Nathan’s face was blank. He speared a full sausage and ate it from his fork. Arthur was sorely tempted to give his foot a kick under the table. He was sure that Bernadette would have taught her son excellent table manners.
‘We’re going to look at the first university today. It looks promising,’ Bernadette said. ‘Are you coming with us, Arthur?’
‘If you don’t mind, I’m going to head off to Graystock. I’ll take the train to Bristol and change for Bath there.’
‘I’m sure it’s only open on Fridays and Saturdays, and today is Tuesday.’
‘It doesn’t need to be open to the public. I can knock on the door.’
‘I think maybe you should phone ahead …’
He wasn’t in the mood to be told what to do. He was feeling rather single-minded and had made up his mind that he was going to pursue his mission. He cut into his bacon.
‘And where shall we pick you up afterwards?’
‘I can’t ask you to do that. I’ll make my own way home from the manor.’
Bernadette’s face fell a little. ‘You can’t do that. It will take you ages. We’ve only booked in here for one night.’
‘You’ve done enough for me already,’ Arthur said firmly. ‘I shall visit and then see what the day brings.’
‘Well, don’t be rash. Ring and let me know. You’re welcome to travel back with us. But I do want to be back for my class.’
‘Class?’
‘Mum does belly dancing,’ Nathan sniggered.
Arthur chewed. An unwelcome image of Bernadette wearing purple chiffon and shaking her hips popped into his head. ‘I didn’t know that. It sounds, er, energetic.’
‘It gives me a bit of exercise.’
Nathan sniggered again.
Bernadette ignored him. ‘How is your bacon, Arthur?’ she asked.
‘It’s great,’ Arthur said. He was glad that he was going to spend time alone today. Whatever he found out about Miriam should be private. He wanted to be on his own with his thoughts. ‘I like my bacon nice and crispy. And don’t you worry about me at all. I’ll be just fine visiting the manor on my own.’
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