“Little Brown Shoe”

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“Just say it!” he had lost his temper because of her reaction.

“Relax, John,” his wife, Liz, had said, running from the kitchen. “Josephine, come back!” Liz was out the door now, barefooted, disappointed that her well-meaning plan was being perceived as an ambush.

“Just say it! You think I murdered him, don’t you? Just say it to my face. But you can’t, you’re too weak!”

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“Thanks,” she said, realising that he knew she’d decline if he’d asked her if she wanted any tea.

“You know, Gavin helped me fill those bags. He only carried one.”

“Gavin has a bad back.”

“I never wanted to call you Josephine.”

“Why not?”

“Well, you were born after your five brothers. I was convinced that you’d be a tomboy and that everyone would call you Joe. God, I was wrong.”

“I liked climbing trees.”

“Yes, you were good at that. I remember you went missing once but we knew you’d be either on the beach or up in the sycamore tree.” She looked away once he said ‘missing’. She crossed her arms and legs at ‘sycamore tree’. “We found you. Turned out you’d been stuck up in the tree for over an hour.”

“What happened to the tree?” she asked, making eye contact, pretending to be stronger than she felt. “The last time I saw him he was swinging from the tyre. I wasn’t going to let him out of the car but he insisted. All the dangers that go with farms and the coast and that rumoured paedophile priest up the road went through my mind. But then you came down the hill and said you’d watch him while I came up here to dye Mum’s hair and find Jake’s lunchbox. I remember looking at him in the rear-view mirror. He was gripping the rope with one hand and banging the other against his tiny little chest, pretending to be Tarzan. That’s the last image I have of him.”

The doorbell rang, followed by a few knocks. A voice she recognised and dreaded. Sergeant Bill McCarthy. His tone never changed, from when he’d tried to motivate the search team to when he’d informed her that he was calling off the search, after only a week. John walked him into the sitting room. He declined a seat and remained standing, with that voice it was the most he could do to inspire a sense of urgency.

“Josephine, how are ya?”

“The same as usual, thanks,” she smiled sarcastically. “How are your kids?”

“Grand thanks,” he replied, his eyes swiftly examining John’s storm preparations and narrowing at the shotgun barrel.

“So what brings you here?” John asked.

“You know very well.”

“You’re wasting your time. I’m not leaving my home.”

“Where’s Liz?” he asked.

“She’s at Josie’s apartment in the city.”

“Why aren’t you there?” Bill asked Josephine, who was still stunned from being called Josie for the first time in years.

“Mam sent me to do what you’re trying to.”

“Listen John, there’ll be no silly risks taken among the emergency services. There’ll be no one to help you until after the hurricane. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“I do and I respect that. But I need to be close to my animals. They’re my livelihood and they’re vulnerable. Four of my cows are pregnant and I have six calves out there.”

“You really are a stubborn so and so, you know that?” said Bill. John shrugged his shoulders and stood up. They shook hands. “I better see you at Dennis’s sixtieth next weekend.”

“You will,” said John.

Bill patted him on the back and turned to Josephine on his way out, “You’d want to be on the motorway within the hour.”

“Pregnant cows,” Josephine began once the front door closed. “Calves. In November? Why would he pretend to believe you?”

“I suppose he doesn’t want to know the real reason why I won’t leave.” John glanced at his daughter, her eyebrows raised interrogatively, arms folded. He smiled at a plastic-covered photo of him and Liz on the mantelpiece and sighed. “You know, the longer I live, the more I risk losing her love. I know that angel doesn’t and has never loved me half as much as I love her.”

“That’s not true.”

“I don’t think she would’ve done it for me, Josie.”

“Done what?”

“You’re here now so I’ll tell you everything. But you must know, I wrote a letter for you a few months after Jake died. I instructed my solicitor to personally deliver it to you after my death.”

“What’s in the letter?”

“Everything. The truth.”

“Dad, I’m scared,” said Josephine, a swell of tears forming in her eyes. “I don’t know if I want to hear it anymore.”

“You need to hear it,” he said, dragging his chair closer to her. “I found Jake, dead, in the bog a week after they called off the search.” Josephine closed her eyes, squeezing the tears onto her cheeks. “He’d drowned in the lake—well, it was more of a pond when I found him. I honestly believe that the heat wave was a factor in them calling off the search so soon.”

Josephine shook her head from side to side. “Mum always locked the gate behind her. In your statement you said that you found the gate locked.”

“I didn’t think that detail mattered. The gate had been closed but not locked. Jake knew he wasn’t supposed to be in there. I honestly didn’t think that he went in there. I searched everywhere for him before the guards arrived. I checked the bog. I didn’t want your mother worrying and being hard on herself for not locking the gate. That’s why I lied.”

“What happened then?” she asked.

“It wasn’t long after dawn when I found him. I had a few hours before your mother would get up. I guess I spent an hour with him, whispering, praying, trying to decide what to do. I went back to the house at one point. I picked up the phone to ring the guards but I just couldn’t do it. I’d lost Jake and I knew that I was losing you. I couldn’t lose my wife too. She’d never forgive herself. ranjini haridas nude pics Never. It would have destroyed her.” Josephine lowered her chin in agreement. “I put the receiver down and I got a bottle of holy water. I carried him down to the beach. I thought about leaving him there. I wish I had. But instead I rowed out to sea, not too far. I blessed us both with holy water, I said a prayer, I removed one of his little brown shoes and I,” he paused to swallow, “and I lowered him into the water.”

“And you planted the shoe on the beach.”

“Three days later. I wanted to give the sea some time to bring the body ashore. But the coastal search only resumed for a few days and as you know, it was bloody useless. Almost as useless as the search of the bog. Of course, if they knew it hadn’t been locked, they would’ve searched it properly. I’m no fisherman but I thought I understood the currents better. I’m sorry, Josephine. Jake deserved a proper burial, not for one of his shoes to be put in a four foot coffin. And you deserved the truth from the start. I just didn’t trust that you’d keep it to yourself.”

“And what makes you think that I’ll keep it to myself now?”

“Because I’m going to die tonight. You’re not going to reveal something like this to a grieving widow.”

Josephine looked at her knees, “You know me.”

“You better go. She’ll be worried.”

He walked her to the doorstep and asked her to push the sandbags against the door once he’d closed it. There were no hugs or goodbyes. She pulled the car door open against the wind’s wishes, barely noticing its weight in light of a heavy truth. She closed it and took another look at the house. It was highly possible that she would never again see the house like that. She shuddered as she realised that she had just sealed her father’s coffin shut with a few sandbags. She thought about what he had spared her mother from and wondered if her ex-husband would have done the same for her. free some lesbian sex Not a chance, she thought, wishing that she would soon find someone who would. She marched back to the house and opened the door with her key. John met her in the hallway with eager eyes.

“Come on, Dad, let’s go.”

“But why, Josie?”

“Because you always do the right thing.”

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