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for spiritual comfort due to the isolation of their lives, and to vary her days. They had no secrets above the level at which she chose to live, and at which she had decided he must live. The shame and disgrace would never be told.
    In his will Charles had made over the house for her to live in with Howard after they were married. ‘It’s a fit place for a hero,’ he said, laughing slyly as he sliced the seed cake on the tea tray when he told her. ‘And besides that, you might call it just one more bit for the war effort on my part. After all, I have this flat in town, and nobody needs more than one place.’ He had been in Whitehall throughout the war, so she didn’t see how he could feel guilty about that as well.
    They stood in the rain by his grave side, and heard the panegyrics at the memorial service, Howard squeezing her hand at each remark about the dead man’s generosity and manliness. Even before death Charles had sent money to augment Howard’s pension, and then in his will left an income for them as well.
    Not to accept anything would have led Howard to ask why. He reacted sensibly to their prosperity, and was grateful. ‘We must keep Charles’ photograph always on a table in the living room. He’s been marvellous, and deserves as much.’ And so they did, but she bought an identical frame for the blank side of the picture, a white sheet instead of a face, not wanting to see his staring grey eyes and bushy moustache (sheer black, though it must have been dyed) whenever she turned her head, a reminder too hard to bear. If visitors or any of the family called – rare events – she made sure to replace the real thing, in case comment was made. Not having a frame at all was impossible, because Howard could feel his way to every object in the room.
    They lived just that much better by having the house and what Charles had given but, all the same, she was never free of the feeling that she had sold her soul to the devil by not having told Howard about the abortion before her marriage – there, she had said the word now – though if she had there might have been no Howard, such an event impossible for him to live with.
    The recall passed at its usual slow rate, but her hands shook and she felt unsafe on her legs while flicking the kettle switch and pouring coffee grains into the pot.

THREE
    Ebony the cat came into the wireless room, attracted as usual by squeals of morse, as if a flight of colourful and unheeding small birds had broken loose from their cage. Howard kept the door a few inches open so that he wouldn’t feel entirely cut off from Laura and the rest of the house. She liked it that way, though with earphones clamped on he was deaf to whatever might happen beyond his aetherised world.
    Sometimes he took the phones off and pulled out the plug, let morse ring from the speaker and ripple through the house, telling the walls he was alive to their constrictions, though hoping such self-indulgent noise didn’t worry Laura.
    He dropped an arm to compensate the disappointed cat, fingers riffling through fur, thinking he could tell the difference in texture while crossing from black to the small white patch near its nose, as the whorls of milk mixing with the coffee might, he imagined, be felt by a slowly stirring spoon. He could trace flowers on the wallpaper and notice where colours changed. No, it was all in the mind, except that sometimes his fingers had eyes.
    She picked up the coffee cup. ‘Anything interesting this morning?’ He touched her hand. ‘I’m just trawling. There’s a liner called the Gracchi , calling Rome International Radio, and getting no reply. Then again there’s a Russian ship leaving England and heading for Lithuania with a hundred used cars on board. Wouldn’t like to say where they came from.’
    She took the cat for company. ‘Come on, Ebony.’
    His wireless room was at the weather