Short Story Preview: The Boarder
Steve could probably tell from the set of her shoulders at the screen.
“No reply from the boarding school?”
Kate shook her head, hoping he wouldn’t ask her again why she didn’t just phone, when the answer was so obvious. Because words like “possible”, “visit” and “convenient time” would make way for the child who needed to see, to know – or else she’d cry.
“It’ll have changed,” she heard Steve say as he made for the kettle. “It’s not as if they’ll have … you know, a plaque in the dorm where his bed used to be.” Kate looked up from the laptop at the kitchen table to the back of her husband’s head, his hair straggling damp from the shower. Was that impatience talking? Irritation? Her friend Jayne had suggested the other day that Steve might even be jealous: “Because your grief occupies you.” “Consumes, you mean?” she’d answered, and the smile had trailed more tears.
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