Masters And Lovers 1-4 novel Chapter 25

Richard

I sit in the conference room, wading through brochures, catalogues and websites, trying to find something….

…. suitable….

…. and just the tiniest bit original….

And something she doesn’t already have….

*sigh*

There’s movement in my office beyond.

Elizabeth?

She’s early….

Quickly, I whisk a plan of the City Project site over my work area, but when I look up, it’s not Elizabeth but Michael standing in the doorway.

“Hi, Richard… Hope you don’t mind. Francis let me in. Thought I’d spend half an hour on some more of that lot while I was twiddling my thumbs.” He gestures towards the stack of tattered and dusty boxes housing forty years of junk paperwork from Elizabeth’s recently deceased Uncle Albert.

“Not at all. It’s very good of you to keep at this on Elizabeth’s behalf.”

“It’s no problem at all. I’m waiting for James and Charlotte so it’s not as if I have anything better to do ‘til they turn up. And as I mentioned, I’m actually finding it quite interesting….”

Each to their own….

He picks up a box, already half-empty, so I assume he’s been working on it before, and flicks out a sheet, examines it briefly then tosses it in another box being used for waste.

I return to my own thankless task, flicking through web pages looking at more and more useless crap.

Useless expensive crap….

Not that I can't afford it, but Elizabeth already has everything.

What else can I give her?

A lot of what I see is simply bling, usually with a designer name attached, so folks with pretensions and more money than sense buy it.

Sighing, I try a change of tack.

A theatre performance perhaps…. A movie? The Opera?

She hates Opera

Ballet perhaps?

Michael’s head pops up. “Something wrong?”

“It’s Elizabeth’s birthday in a couple of weeks.”

He chuckles. “Yes, I can see that would give you a problem. Settled on anything?”

“No. It's all the same-old-same-old. She has a wardrobe full of clothes and more in boxes in the attics plus all the bags and shoes and jewellery that might go with them. She has two cars....”

“Something for the cars then? Accessories for those?”

“The fact is, she never drives. It's always Ross or me. Her cars sit in the garage. About the only time they move is when Ross brings them out to turn the engine over and give them a polish.”

“Books maybe? That always a hit with Charlotte.”

“She's not very bookish. The odd light novel, but she's not um....”

I don't like to talk down my own wife but.…

“.... academically inclined as Charlotte is.”