this one was chocolate something, Grace looked at the baked pastry with Christmas icing piled high. Normally Grace loved cakes, but ever since she’d come to stay with Nigel’s mum, she’d been bombarded with the "comforts of home" and had started to feel a bit queasy.
The awful night the police dragged Grace, Nigel and that poor nurse from the hospital, Grace really did think her luck had run out. She didn’t know where Sabrina was, she hadn’t made any headway finding Pammy and her ticket to London had turned out to be a two timing crook. But fortune smiled again and Nigel was able to talk up Grace’s campaign into a grand adventure (which by this time it was) to his editor, who begrudgingly bailed them out of jail; the tired look on the editor’s face and the bemused officers told Grace this was far from a rare occurrence.
In the end Grace’s story only served to get the pair out of the clink, the editor thought the escapade of Daisy and Pammy very "American" and didn’t want to touch a story that even suggested there were links to a New York kidnapping and the royal family. "Scandal is scandal" he said, "but the crown still carries weight around here." So Nigel took Grace home to his mum, a very rosy woman with endless roundness who never stopped moving. She was always cooking, meat pies, pastries, stews, biscuits, cookies, Grace couldn’t figure out precisely who all the food was for as only Nigel and his father lived there, she ultimately decided it was a nervous habit or perhaps Mrs Nigel’s mum had wished for a great many more children and was now pouring all her energy into Cornish pasties. when Nigel told his mum of Grace’s great tragic tale, she tripled her efforts, outfitting Grace with knitted hats, mittens, mufflers, shouting at her brown sweatered lump of a husband to "get up into the attic and get the cultured books down for the guest to read", laying out breakfasts that would feed an entire hunting party, and of course, the cakes, along with puddings, pies and every manner of scone.
When Grace could escape her host’s " hospitality ", the first thing she did was head back to the hotel where she and Sabrina had been staying. She learned Sabrina had left mere weeks after Grace entered the hospital, and a familiar stole about the shoulders of the hotel proprietor’s wife and glint of a ruby ring on her fat finger told Grace how Sabrina had paid for her last few days. Grace inquired at the Empress, but was met with cool reception. as weeks turned into months, Grace began to create a narrative of what happened. Sabrina was always the shy one, Grace had pushed her into all these silly escapades, without Grace around she most likely had returned to her former life, working as a ladies maid. Grace tried to reason that she herself, born into the middle class, couldn’t understand the sort of poverty Sabrina could face without meaningful employment, a girl like that, an Irish immigrant, just couldn’t afford to run around London looking for missing babies.
Broken hearted Grace decided to move on with her search for Pammy, Nigel seemed all agog for such a real intrigue. They both tried reaching LaVern again, but this time, without the wealthy trappings, Grace found the stage door slammed in her face, and Nigel had been thrown out one too many times for example exposing high profile back door jonnies, profitable patrons to the ladies of the stage. Now it seemed dead ends all over, even Nigel was losing interest, he’d been out investigating the supposed disappearance of the Prince, and trying to catch a snap of the so called"lurking creeper"
Grace had so little to remember, she wasn’t even sure how long she’d been in her delirium. At night when Grace was alone and darkness pressed in on all sides of her cosy bed, she would close her eyes and focus on the last thing she remember before the long sleep took over her and a black shimmering figure would appear slowly, moving through a crowd, like a sleek predatory fish in swaying weeds, but the glistening black apparition was never clear, and son, like that fish in murky water, you’re never sure if you only saw a dark current moving the river reeds.
Grace took a small bite of the chocolate cake.
PLEASE SEE BLYTHE DEVOTEE FOREVER FOR CONTINUING STORIES WITH DAISY AND PAMMY
Tagged: , tangkou , grace