Suzie came home. She made a noisy entrance and nearly ran over Emily when she arrived. Not that she knew who Emily was. I was watching from the roof and could just see the top of Emily’s head making its progress along the footpath when Suzie drove round the corner much too fast. Suzie had driven down during the night from Roscoff for some reason andhardly said a word before heading straight to bed. As far as I know she slept for nearly two days. Her method of detoxification I suppose. After that her ‘friends’ arrived and the ‘fun’ began. At least they didn’t expect me join in. They were noisy and rude and treated Mork like some form of amusement. We both stayed clear of them all as much as possible. Mr. and Mme. Espoir made it quite clear they weren’t happy with the situation – at one point I thought they were going to pack up and leave. They had grown fond of Emily and so made it known to me, in no uncertain terms, that they were on her ‘side’.
Emily seemed to disappear off the map; she was obviously taking the other route to the Post Office. I noticed her with a younger version of herself one day, her daughter Katie I suppose. I didn’t see her out for a walk anymore either. One day I managed to get to the Post Office at the same time as her and she definitely sneaked out round the side so that we didn’t meet. I found that I was missing her more than I expected. The way I felt about Suzie wasn’t the same as before and for a while I didn’t know what to do about either of them.
Looking through my desk for some papers one morning I came across the dreamcatcher. I remembered how pleased I’d been when I chose it. I was sure Emily would like it. Madame Espoir had a key to my desk. She had instructions to unlock it if anything happened to me as there were papers inside with details of my estate, etc. Madame Espoir had obviously hidden any traces of Emily in the bottom drawer when Suzie arrived. I also found a couple of photos I’d taken of Emily with Mork, a scarf and a postcard she’d sent me from town! It brought a lump to my throat to think how things had changed so much in the past few weeks. Would I ever get back to where I had been before?
Events that happened that same evening sorted out the question of Suzie for me. It was becoming quite chilly in the evenings, so I went up to my bedroom to find a sweater. When I got to the door I could hear voices inside. From the sound of it Suzie was with her latest lover. I went in and turned them out of my bed. I was so angry that I made it clear to everyone who got in my way that the party was over. To my surprise they all left straight away.
Suddenly the place was so quiet and I felt incredibly lonely. I didn’t even know if Emily would still want to know me anymore. After all I hadn’t made any effort to contact her and she would probably think that Suzie and I had mended our marriage Suzie’s friends had left a full bottle of whiskey behind so I sat on the stairs in the dark and drank. I couldn’t bare the thought of sleeping in my own bed that night knowing what had been going on there.
The following morning I woke up on the stairs with a dreadful headache and an empty feeling, it wasn’t hunger – more like loss. I went down to the kitchen for some strong coffee.
Mr. and Mme Espoir were both there enjoying the peace and quiet. Mr. Espoir looked surprised to see me and told me that he thought that I was out with Mork. Mork was nowhere to be found and Mr. Espior mentioned the gate being open early in the morning. We were just organising ourselves to go out looking for Mork when Emily phoned. She was crying and it wasn’t easy to understand what she was saying at first, she eventually calmed down enough to explain that she was with Mork on the beach and he was injured and bleeding badly.
We arrived at the beach as quickly as we could and found Emily with Mork. She was trying to stop the bleeding. As soon as I came close she yelled at me – she looked full of anger, but she stayed long enough to help us load Mork into the back of the Range Rover. Then she ran off. Mr. Espoir and I took Mork to the vets as quickly as we could. The vet had to keep him under sedation as he was worried about the stitches holding properly in his shoulder, so we left him there.
When we got home I told Mr. and Mme. Espoir that they could take a well deserved break if they wanted to. They didn’t want to leave me on my own at first, but I reassured them I could cope. My publisher and his assistant were due to arrive on the evening flight from London so I wouldn’t be on my own. Justin was concerned about my lack of creativity in recent weeks and wanted to check up on me.
I was worried about Emily, she had looked pretty shaken, but she also sounded like she didn’t want anything to do with me. She’d yelled at me that that I was neglectful – was she talking about Mork or herself? I decided that I’d wait for a day to see how Mork was, she’d be bound to want to know if he was okay. Then I’d take it from there.