had asked Tamsyn to be part of her wedding to bring her and Ruan together again, to heal the rift that had opened up between them on the day Merryn went out to sea. Whether she thought it was the only way to banish the last remnants of the ghost of Merryn that still hung in the air, Tamsyn wasn’t sure. But she was sure of one thing.
Alex Munro might know Ruan, but she didn’t know what had happened between them all those years ago that meant they’d never be close again.
‘Anyway, we’re really pleased that you’re here,’ Alex said. ‘And you’ve had a long journey, so have a drink, something to eat and relax. There will be plenty of time to catch up properly between now and the wedding.’
She gave Ruan a meaningful glance and, smiling once more at Tamsyn, she nodded in the direction of an older woman wearing tight white Capri pants and what looked suspiciously like a boob tube.
‘Now, I need to go and talk to my mother about some final arrangements with the florists. I’m so looking forward to getting to know you, Tamsyn.’
Tamsyn nodded, and then, catching Keira’s eye, said, ‘Me too, I’m looking forward to getting to know me too, I mean you, I mean us. I mean, I’m really looking forward to the whole massive wedding thing and all that it entails. Brilliant.’
Ruan watched his departing bride before turning to look at his sister for a moment longer, and then, turning on his heel, he went to the bar.
‘Nice work,’ Cordelia said, downing a glass of wine that Tamsyn was fairly sure didn’t belong to her. ‘Way to have a reunion.’
‘What?’ Tamsyn looked at her and then at Keira. ‘What?’
‘I just wish you could be, well, like you are really. I mean, you know, funny and kind and nice … Why can’t you just come across that way to people that don’t know you?’
‘I don’t even know what you are talking about,’ Tamsyn said, though she did.
‘It’s not her fault,’ Keira said. ‘Remember Dad?’
The three women were silent for a moment, as they thought of him here in one of the places that had been his favourite, the Silent Man. Every Sunday Mum would send one of them down here to prise him away from the bar to come home for dinner, and there he’d be, always standing in the same spot, his hand wrapped around a pint, talking to his small group of friends. But if you were new in town, if you were perhaps asking for directions or the way to the gents’, and it happened to be Alan Thorne that you approached, you could be certain that you’d quake and quiver under his monstrous, furious scowl that showed he absolutely didn’t have time to be dealing with a fool like you.
No one, no one but his very close friends, his wife and his children knew that Alan Thorne was one of the kindest, gentlest men that had ever walked the earth, and was very much missed.
‘We’ve all got a bit of Dad in us,’ Cordelia agreed. ‘Even Keira sulks like there’s no tomorrow, but you, Tam, you and Ruan – you’re the worst. And put the two of you together, and it’s like …’ Cordelia mimed something that Tamsyn supposed was an explosion. ‘World War Three.’
‘Well,’ Keira said, ‘now maybe, but once, the two of them, they were more like twins than the twins are.’
‘Things happen,’ Tamsyn said. ‘People change, they grow up. It’s not the law that you have to be best friends with your relatives.’
‘Yes it is.’ Laura Thorne sat down at the table. ‘It is the law, it’s my law and I want you and Ruan to get over this silly feud. He’s getting married, Tamsyn, to a lovely girl. And I know you want him to be happy as much as the rest of us, so whatever disagreement it was that started this whole thing off, get over it. In two days’ time you are going to be a bridesmaid at their wedding, and when you walk down the aisle I want to know that my children are united. Would you deny your mother that one happiness?’
‘No, Mum,’ Tamsyn said. ‘Of course