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bottle of champagne on the mantelpiece. Leaning against it was a plain white
card that said in her distinctive, large and neat handwriting, "Welcome
home."
I put my holdall on the floor in the bedroom, went into the en suite
and got the shower sparked up while I undressed. The hot water ran down my
smelly body and I did something I hadn't done for a while. I started to
think seriously about the future.
I got to work with the soap and razor before stepping out to dry myself
with soft white towels.
I heard the front door shut.
"I'm in here ..."
The bedroom door opened and she stood in the frame, tears running down
her red face.
I had a bad feeling about this, and it had to do with the
Massachusetts-plated Taurus parked in the driveway.
"Carrie?"
Her green eyes, just as red as her face, stared at me as I moved
forward to comfort her. "George is here. Tell me what he's saying isn't
true, Nick." Her eyes searched mine, and I had to look away.
"What's he saying?"
That you've been working for him."
"Carrie, come and sit down '
"I don't want to sit down."
"I have something to tell you."
Then tell me, before I go crazy," she said, and I could hear her
starting to lose control.
"What are you going to tell me? Why won't you simply say that my father
is lying?"
"Because it's not that simple," I said.
"It is simple! It's fucking simple!" She could no longer keep the panic
out of her voice.
"He says you work for him. But that's not true, is it, Nick? Is it?
You've been in Egypt, haven't you, as a tour guide? Christ, Nick, are we
living a lie here?"
I shrugged. I didn't know what to say.
Carrie looked at me as if I'd knifed her.
"You bastard!" she gasped.
"You fucking bastard!"
"You don't need to know this shit," I said.
"My work for him is finished. I've done one job for him. I only did it
to get my citizenship. George has got me a US passport. We can '
"We nothing!" she snapped.
"We don't exist any more."
"But '
"You don't understand what you've done to me, do you?"
The next few seconds seemed to pass in slow motion. Carrie moved
towards the door, anger and sadness etched across her face. She stopped and
looked at me for a long time, as if she had something to say but couldn't
find the words. Then she was gone.
I didn't move. I told myself I needed to give her some space. In truth,