|
Chapter 37 — Finally Alone And Together
There was the late evening. Mary was reclining against the wall nearly the working fireplace, she was putting her head on Mason's laps. Mason was sitting, lean against the wall and stretching forward his leg. They both were silent. But the silent was not burdensome; it was just because they were need words.
Mary absently looks at the fire. Jumping of flames always was charmed her, but now it's was a thing which must to reminded her about something. This something was forgotten for a long time, but still was a very important thing. At the point one of firewood was cracked and falls in the deep of the fireplace. Mary gives a start. The magic of flaming of memoirs was interrupted. Mason reach up his hand to poker and use it for moving of fire woods. Mary turned to him and gives a look at his face. Mason smiling with his charming smile and move his lips. "I love you"?
"I you love to," escapes out from Mary.
"Mary--"
"What?"
"Nothing," he guiltily smiled. "Just M-a-r-y. I like to say your name. It is such--"
"What?"
"Very similar to you.
"Very similar to you..." Mason's words gave back in the deep of Mary's soul. She sharply sat and huddle her shoulders. From the deep of her memory starting to show words, which were told more then twenty years ago--
"If you want that your daughter becomes very similar to you?"
"And what is bad if the daughter is similar at her father?"
"I do not think that you would like if she will received your lacks."
"If you accept as a lack the fact that I am a kind of monogamy? Because I am not a kind of womanizer as you are?"
"My life is much easier than your one. I sometimes even cannot recall names of my girls. And you are so connected to this skinny herring with drunken musty smell--"
"Mary?" Mason with worried look was glanced at her face. Mary seems did not hear him. Gleams of a flame make a dance on her pale cheeks. Mason feel a melancholy feeling that now Mary was somewhere out, but not there with him...
However, it was not absolutely this. Despite grasping by her memoirs of childhood Mary was remembered that Mason is beside her. She at once felt change in his mood and turned to him.
"I am sorry," she smiled. "If you going to ask me something?"
"I am... Yes. Mary, if my imagination just overreacting or you are recalling something now?"
"I am recalling," Mary almost no-visible take away from him. Mason put her head on his lap with his owner's moving. Mary doesn't resist and with enjoying did as he wants.
"And what was it?"
"I don't sure," she hardly tries collect her thoughts together. "I think it was happened in my early childhood. It seems I overheard the conversation of my father and the other person. They did talking about my mom and me."
"If he told a something important?"
"I don't sure," Mary shook her head, and the lock of her hair was fallen over her eyes. "But I cannot forget the other person... Who had the talking with my dad. I think that his word were some strange."
"If it was the man's voice? Or female's?"
"Man's."
"Then, probably, he was your father's friend?"
"It is possible," Mary sighed. "Mason, here it is possible everything. I remember too little to make any conclusions."
"Well, so all right. Why you so hard to remember about this conversation? Or you are missing about your father?
The last words were escaped from Mason against his will, and after a few seconds he already desperately regretted about its.
"I don't," Mary weakly smiled. "I do not miss about him. I almost do not remember him."
"We need to have more of firewood here inside," Mason was up to hiding his shy. "If you are hungry?"
"Mason, if you taken offence are you?"
"Me?" Mason surprised look back at her. "Surely I don't. Why you think like this?" he returned and again sitting near Mary. And he looked in her worried eyes.
"Well, may be it is my imagination only," her voice sounded with hidden relieving. "You are strange reacting when I mentioning my father."
"It is your imagination," Mason lied and was up. "I going to bring more firewood, these already absolutely burnt through."
Mason was left, and Mary with an unintelligible alarm was looked in the window. She again had feeling that they are watched by anybody...
|
|