take a book
over a man any day of the week” Eve knew she meant that; Tara was a virgin and
probably would stay that way too; unless a male version of herself ever showed
up. Eve managed to free the kitten and they went back to the lounge where she
told Tara about her father’s death and the letter. Tara was as unemotional as
Eve, they had both disconnected from their respective families. Neither girl
would feel the loss of a parent,
“I will come with you if you like, just in case he left you
millions! No seriously if you want company I don’t mind tagging along.” Eve
nodded she would appreciate her being there; it was a big thing raking up her
past. Her father had been a nice man from what she remembered, however not nice
enough to look after his own daughter.
Eve thought back to the terrible day her parents had hugged
her goodbye. They appeared to be distraught but how could that be true if they never
came for her like they promised? She recalled her feeling of loss as Isabella
left her with the woman at Social Services and then walked away. Eve’s heart
had broken into pieces. She had spent the first three weeks away from home
living with her sister in a smelly hotel room. Izzy became more anxious as each
day came and went without news from their mother. One day Izzy broke down
“Eve I am so sorry it looks like we can’t go home, I can’t
get a job and take care of you. You need to start back at school in a weeks’
time and you have no school to go to. Eve I have phoned a lady who is going to
find you somewhere to live. She says she has a place for you now, I am going to
take you tomorrow and then as soon as things are sorted I will come back for
you.”
Isabella had been rejected too, there was no way a nineteen
year old could care for her alone. When it first happened she hated her sister,
but later in life she grew to understand that Izzy was left with no other
option. She wondered what ever happened to her. She had to go it alone all this
time too, Eve hoped she had found happiness somehow. The fact the Solicitors
couldn’t trace her made her wonder if she had moved abroad, it was certainly a
nicer thought than the alternative
Going home would perhaps give her some answers and closure; perhaps
this could be the start of something good for her. She wondered how her father
died, he must only have been in his late forties early fifties. The other
question was; what had happened to her mother? No trace the solicitor said, how
could that be? Answers were exactly what Eve needed, and Saturday couldn’t come
soon enough.
Saturday morning arrived and the two girls were sat in the
solicitor’s reception area. Eve was dressed in her usual multipurpose plain
black dress; Tara was fidgeting on the seat next to her. Northwich was a just a
small town but they had found it a nightmare to find a car park; the one way
system was ludicrous. Mr Dixon welcomed them into his office;
“Miss Purnell we are so glad to have finally found you, I
hope our letter didn’t cause you too much distress” Eve shook her head reassuringly
“good, that’s good; I realise that you have been estranged for some years. Now your
father passed away last January, would you like to know the circumstances at
all?”
“Yes I would like to know, just for curiosity, my father
sent me away sixteen years ago but I remember him as being quite young.”
“He was actually only forty eight when he died, I am afraid
he had a history of drink and drugs. His eventual demise was related to his
lifestyle, the coroner specifies an overdose as cause of death. He felt it
wasn’t suicide, rather misuse of his quantities. The council took care of his
cremation, and costs have been taken from his estate and savings. The money is
substantially lower than it was, however there is still a good enough sum for
you to enjoy. Mr Purnell was the home owner, and there was no mortgage on the
property. The cottage and contents are all yours now; do you wish to