Martha found Suki sitting behind the front desk with a pile of books stacked almost as high as her nose. She had worked here for less than five months, another of Clive’s young appointees.
Even though she wore floaty paisley dresses down to her ankles, beaded sandals and a nose ring that looked more suited to a California music festival, Martha thought that Suki was good at her job. She was practical and nothing fazed her. Were they friends? She didn’t know, unsure what you had to do to make that happen.
Now Suki peered out with red-rimmed eyes from under her blunt blond fringe. The lilac dip-dyed ends of her hair were soggy with tears.
Instinctively, Martha flew into action mode, shoulders back, chin raised. She dug her hand into her pocket and pulled out a packet of tissues. Holding one out at arm’s length, she waited until it tugged like a fish pulling on a line. There was a loud nose blow from behind the book pile.
“Is this about Ben again?” Martha asked gently. “Didn’t he like the food you made for him?”
Suki’s nostrils flared and she fanned a hand in front of her face. “He collectioned his stuff from the spare room and didn’t even try my cheese and onion pie.”
Martha had grown used to Suki’s misuse and mispronunciation of her words and didn’t correct her this time. She glanced at her burgeoning belly. “I bet they were delicious. Let me get you a nice cup of tea and a biscuit. I’ve brought a cushion for your back, and an article on breastfeeding. How long is it now until the baby arrives?”
“Six weeks. Ben’s still hooking up with that girl he works with. He says he can’t make up his mind between us. I’ll have to give him a culmination.”
“Do you mean an ultimatum?”
“Yeah, one of those. Me and the bump might have to get by without him.”
“Are you sure you can’t work things out?” Martha opened a drawer and slid her hand around inside. “You could take a minibreak together. Or, I’m sure I saved a magazine piece on couple counseling.”
Suki wrung the tissue in her hands. “He just needs to make up his bloody mind. I still love him, though. You know what that’s like, yeah? Even you must have been in love, once.”
Martha retracted her hand. Her blood cooled at the words, even you.
There had been someone who loved her, a long time ago, before she moved back into her family home to care for her parents.
She and Joe used to dance in the sea at dusk, whatever the weather. They sat on a blanket on the floor of the teardrop-shaped cave and read aloud from books together. He scratched their initials onto the cave wall, and she painted her toenails petal-pink for him.
For five years, he’d been part of her life, helping to fill the gap that Zelda left behind. Martha had imagined marriage and their carpets scattered with brightly colored picture books. But then she’d made a huge decision and it made her dreams fall apart.
These days, Martha knew she wouldn’t ever win a beauty contest, but when a reader sidled up to the desk, rubbed their chin and said, “I don’t know the title of the book, but the cover is red, and I think there’s a picture of a dog on the front,” she had the answer.
“We’re talking about you, not me,” she said hurriedly. She made Suki a cup of tea and placed a heart-shaped biscuit on her saucer. She took a blue satin cushion from her shopping bag and plumped it up. Taking Zelda’s book from her bag, she set it on the table.
“Urgh. Is that one of ours?” Suki dabbed her eyes. She positioned the cushion behind her back and bounced against it several times.
“No. I saw someone lurking outside the library last night. I think they left it for me.”
“You came to work?” Suki frowned. “For the author event?”
Martha nodded.
“But Clive was supposed to tell everyone that Lucinda couldn’t make it. Her publisher called him.”
Martha quickly lowered her eyes. “He didn’t tell me.”
Suki’s face fell. “Oh god, sorry, Martha. I didn’t know. I was occupational with Ben and the baby.”
“It’s fine,” Martha said, even though it wasn’t. “It means that I found the book. It’s from someone called Owen Chamberlain.”
Suki sat more upright. “Oh yeah. Chamberlain’s is the new bookshop behind Maltsborough lifeboat station. Well, it’s new but sells old books.” She picked the book up and leafed through it. “These illustrations are gorgeous.”
“There’s a message inside from my grandmother, Zelda. But she passed away three years before the date.”
Suki frowned. “That’s weird, like an Agatha Christie mystery or something.”
“Or, perhaps a mistake. That’s the more obvious conclusion.”
“Are you going ring him?”
Martha hesitated. Recalling Lilian’s disparaging words about the book made her palms itch. “My sister said to leave it alone.”
“But the desiccation is to you, not her.”
“It’s dedication,” Martha corrected her. She stared at the phone on the desk, and thoughts of Zelda crawling on the library floor came back to her again. Even now, she still missed her.
“I suppose I could call him,” she said, finally. “To tie up loose ends with the situation.”
“Definitely.”
Martha slid the handwritten note out of the book, to read the phone number, but as she did, the library doors opened. A breeze lifted the note from her fingers. It swept into the air and down onto the floor like a feather.
“Yes,” Lilian spoke loudly. “You do have to stay here.”
Will and Rose appeared around the corner first. They both wore jeans and baggy hooded tops, and their droopy mouths said they’d prefer to be somewhere else.
Thirteen-year-old Will’s spiky hair was platinum blond a contrast to the black of his thick eyebrows. Rose was three years younger. Her hair was the color of autumn leaves, a soft copper. It fell in spirals around her oval face.
Lilian nudged them forward and rubbed the corner of her eye. “Hey, how are you, Martha?” she said. “I’ve stopped by for my Ahern.”
“I’ve got it here. And I’ve brought the old book I told you about.”
Lilian raised her palm and briefly closed her eyes. “Okay, but I need to ask you for a favor. Do you mind looking after the kids? I’ve got an errand to run.”
Will rolled his eyes. “Oh, sure. You’re going to Chichetti’s in Maltsborough, Mum. Your friend invited you to lunch.”
Lilian fixed him with a stare and gave a stilted laugh. “Well, yes. Annie and I will eat, but we also have other things to do.” She stepped closer to Martha and lowered her voice. “I want to talk to Annie about something. It’s important. The kids will be no trouble. They’ll just read books and things.”
Martha had received a telling off from Clive when Will and Rose last hung out at the library. He accused her of mixing business and family life. “I’d love to help, but—”
“Great,” Lilian said, with a sigh of relief. “Thanks so much. I’ll be back by two. Or two thirty. Perhaps three... Now, I have to dash.”
“But about the book—” Martha picked it up and proffered it to her sister.
Lilian froze, then tentatively took hold of it. She briefly flicked through the pages and her lips pursed into a thin line when she reached Zelda’s message.
“Have you noticed the date?” Martha prompted.
Color seemed to seep from Lilian’s cheeks. She cleared her throat. “Zelda probably wrote it down wrong, that’s all.”
“That seems a strange thing to do.”
Lilian handed it back. She hitched her handbag up on her shoulder. “I don’t know why you’re getting obsessed with that crappy old thing, especially when you’re surrounded by so many lovely books. Just chuck it away. It’s probably full of germs.”
Martha heard the irritation in her sister’s voice and decided not to press things further. But although she smiled and said, “Well, okay then,” she couldn’t help wondering why Lilian was so dismissive of the intriguing little book.
Will took off his boots and stretched his legs out, creating a hurdle to the history section. “Any chance of a brew?” he asked Martha.