C4 antho - Chamber Four
C4 antho - Chamber Four C4 antho - Chamber Four
~252~ The Chamber Four Fiction Anthology “Well, Patrick?” said Munro. “Well? Don’t tell us you’re one, too.” “Certainly, sir.” “I don’t believe it.” “Certainly, sir,” said Patrick. “C of E. Pater was the vicar.” “No,” said Munro. “Great Uncle Ronnie was the Bishop of Leicester,” said Patrick. * * * * Munro was going down. He stayed in their rooms or on the veranda, where he sat by the hour collapsed in his chair, looking as though he’d been dropped into it from a high window. At night, now, it was Sharon who slept soundly, waking to find Munro lying beside her, not sleeping, sitting up, or standing by their window in the moonlight that came in from the courtyard. He was silent, he grew vague. His senses seemed to be more and more affected: his hearing was worse, and his vision. One morning when Sharon came out onto the veranda, to find Munro in his chair, “Who’s there?” he cried. “It’s me, baby,” said Sharon. “Can’t you see me?” “Oh, yes, I can see you,” said Munro. “I can see you now. You were in the shadow.” Sharon hadn’t been in the shadow. “What’s wrong with Duncan?” she asked Patrick. “Wrong, miss?” asked Patrick. “Come on, Patrick. Look at him. He can’t hear, he can’t see. He can hardly walk. He’s confused.”
The Next Thing on Benefit ~253~ “Mr. Munro isn’t a young man, miss.” “Come on, Patrick,” said Sharon. “And then there’s his dodgy knee,” said Patrick. “There’s nothing wrong with his knee,” said Sharon. “There never has been.” “I beg to differ there, miss,” said Patrick. “As you observe, the poor gentleman can hardly walk.” “Maybe he can’t, but there’s nothing wrong with his knee,” said Sharon. “I’ve been working on him, you know. That’s what I do. He didn’t hurt his knee playing football at Princeton. He didn’t hurt it not playing football at Princeton. He didn’t hurt it any other way, either.” “Princeton, miss?” “Yeah,” said Sharon. “When we first knew each other, he told me he’d hurt his knee years ago when he was going to Princeton.” “Ah,” said Patrick. “Well, he would say that, wouldn’t he?” “He would? You mean he didn’t go to Princeton?” “I couldn’t say, miss.” “Yes, you could,” said Sharon. “Yes, you could, Patrick.” “Miss?” “It’s you, isn’t it?” said Sharon. “You’re the boss. It’s not Duncan. It’s you. You’re the boss down here.” “Not I, miss,” said Patrick. Sharon glared at him. She shook her head. She went to the veranda and looked over the beach. She looked up and down. “Where is he, anyway?” Sharon asked. “I thought he was in the shower, but he’s not.”
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~252~ The <strong>Chamber</strong> <strong>Four</strong> Fiction Anthology<br />
“Well, Patrick?” said Munro. “Well? Don’t tell us you’re<br />
one, too.”<br />
“Certainly, sir.”<br />
“I don’t believe it.”<br />
“Certainly, sir,” said Patrick. “C of E. Pater was the<br />
vicar.”<br />
“No,” said Munro.<br />
“Great Uncle Ronnie was the Bishop of Leicester,” said<br />
Patrick.<br />
* * * *<br />
Munro was going down. He stayed in their rooms or on<br />
the veranda, where he sat by the hour collapsed in his chair,<br />
looking as though he’d been dropped into it from a high window.<br />
At night, now, it was Sharon who slept soundly, waking<br />
to find Munro lying beside her, not sleeping, sitting up, or<br />
standing by their window in the moonlight that came in from<br />
the courtyard. He was silent, he grew vague. His senses<br />
seemed to be more and more affected: his hearing was<br />
worse, and his vision. One morning when Sharon came out<br />
onto the veranda, to find Munro in his chair, “Who’s there?”<br />
he cried.<br />
“It’s me, baby,” said Sharon. “Can’t you see me?”<br />
“Oh, yes, I can see you,” said Munro. “I can see you now.<br />
You were in the shadow.”<br />
Sharon hadn’t been in the shadow.<br />
“What’s wrong with Duncan?” she asked Patrick.<br />
“Wrong, miss?” asked Patrick.<br />
“Come on, Patrick. Look at him. He can’t hear, he can’t<br />
see. He can hardly walk. He’s confused.”