‘Where did they get that?’ Sheila said.
‘I don’t know about the trolley, but the wine is my contribution,’ Agnes said.
‘This is the Agnes equinox, is it?’ Rona laughed.
‘It’s slumming it a bit for us,’ Paz said. ‘Usually we only drink champagne.’
As night fell, they lit huge candles, and Agnes saw Tom Bevan arrive with Sam, and Mike Reynolds too. Mike shook her hand.
‘I gather from these two that you’re a remarkable woman,’ he said to her.
‘No, I’m just in a privileged position,’ she replied.
‘I’ve never seen either of them so happy.’
Agnes looked across to the fire. Tom was pouring a glass of wine for Sheila, who was holding the baby. Sam and Lily were admiring each other’s earrings.
‘I’m sorry I had to lie to you,’ Mike said.
‘It was in a good cause,’ Agnes smiled.
‘No, but you must have thought I was a complete prat.’
‘Well, not really a prat, but —’
‘I’m afraid I’m the only person she’s allowed to call a prat,’ came a voice behind them.
Agnes turned, and smiled. ‘How’s the Angel Gabriel?’ she said.
‘No sign so far. How about you?’ Bill smiled and hugged her. When she turned back, Mike had drifted to the fire where someone handed him a potato.
‘Honestly,’ came a female voice, ‘I wish Agnes had bothered to tell me it would involve cross-country hiking, it’s bloody typical … Sweetie, there you are, look at these shoes, ruined …’
‘Never mind,’ Nic was saying, ‘it’ll give you an excuse to buy some new ones.’
Athena sighed. ‘But these were suede, and such a sweet shade of fuchsia, irreplaceable, darling, they’re a perfect match with this jacket …’ She kissed Agnes on each cheek, looked at Bill, then looked back at Agnes, one eyebrow almost imperceptibly raised.
‘This is Bill,’ Agnes smiled. ‘He — um — met him when — um —’
‘Really, darling, for a nun you’re just like the rest of us. Any chance of a drink?’ Athena turned to Nic, who wandered off into the crowd. ‘Oh, I remember,’ she went on, ‘you mean your baby anarchists and happy-clappy murderers? She told me all about it, you know,’ she said, smiling warmly at Bill, as Nic reappeared with a couple of cups. Athena took a sip.
‘Gosh,’ she said, looking at her cup. She took another sip. ‘I had no idea these people would know about wine.’
Bill laughed. ‘Without Agnes here,’ he said, ‘we’d all be drinking boiled nettles.’
‘That’s what I thought,’ Athena said.
‘Or single malt whisky,’ Agnes said to Bill.
Later there was just the drumming and the music, the smoke from the fires, the warmth from the dancing, the darkness of the night. Bill found Agnes again, and they sat and watched the pulsating, flickering crowd.
‘Did you sort out your future?’ he said to her.
‘I’ve told my Provincial that I’m prepared to do whatever she thinks fit.’
‘A big step, for you, I imagine.’
‘I wrote her a letter and then I didn’t post it for two days.’
‘Did you apologise for being stubborn?’
‘Yes. I did actually.’
‘But only in the first draft,’ he smiled.
Agnes looked at him. ‘Have you sent the Angel Gabriel to spy on me, or did you hack into my typewriter?’
He laughed. ‘Some things are obvious. So, what’s to become of you?’
‘What do you think of me living in a convent boarding school and teaching French?’
‘I think it’s most unlikely,’ he said. ‘But then, who are we to argue with old Gabriel?’
They both gazed across at the crowd, the dancing and the flames and the guttering candles under the trees.
‘Do you think you’ll be happy?’ Bill said.
Agnes could see Athena and Nic sitting side by side on a tree-stump, next to Sheila and Tom. Athena, surprisingly, was holding the baby, dandling him on her knee, arranging his little hat at an angle and admiring it. She held him out to Nic to admire too, and Nic smiled, and took the baby, and then kissed her on the cheek. Athena stared into the fire, and her face through the smoke looked old. Agnes saw Nic hand the baby to Sheila, and then turn back to Athena. He took her face in both hands, and she looked at him and tried to smile. He said something to her, and she took his hands from her face and kissed him.
Agnes turned to Bill. ‘Happy? Is anyone really happy?’
‘Well, what then?’
‘Acceptance. If I can learn that, I’ll be getting somewhere.’ Much later, as the potatoes were eaten and the fire began to die down, Agnes slipped away. She left them all there, Athena and Nic and Bill and Sam and Tom and Sheila and Lily and Mike, and descended the hill as the drumming faded and the sky behind the trees grew pink with the new day.
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
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