'Flying with Angels' - Extract

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An extract from Chapter 3 of “Flying with Angels”

Martha has handed over the running of the estate to her adopted son Brynach. She knows that all is not well – but Brynach (who is a widower with two children to support) goes to Carmarthen to find a new wife and to talk to his lawyers…….

As soon as Brynach arrived back from Carmarthen in the Llanychaer carriage I knew that he was the bringer of bad tidings. Rose and David rushed out to meet him, and he embraced each of them warmly enough, but there was a stiffness in his manner, and when I glimpsed his face I saw that his manly good looks had been transformed into the looks of a man twice his age. He was unshaven, his jaw was tense, and his eyes were sunken and almost lifeless.

“Father, do you have a new wife to tell us about?” asked David, with his eyes gleaming.

“I fear not, son,” replied Brynach. “Let us go inside. I will tell you everything later on, but first you must bear with me, for I must talk to your grandmother.”

He kissed me on the cheek, but could hardly look at me. He took me by the hand and without saying a word led me through the kitchen and along the passage to the parlour. We went inside, and he closed the door.

“Sit down, Mother, please,” he said. Then he strode back and fore for what seemed like an age, rehearsing in his mind once again the things he needed to say, although I dare say he had done that already, a thousand times over, during the long journey from Carmarthen. I sat in my favourite chair, petrified.

“Mother, this is the most difficult moment of my life,” he said at last, still striding and still unable to look me in the eye. “Doubly difficult because of who you are, and because of what you have done for me, and because I love you so much.”

I still did not know what this was all about, but I felt the tears trickling down my cheeks, and I said feebly: “Brynach, cariad, I understand all of that. Now kindly stop all that wandering about, and come and sit by me and put your arm around me. Then you can say what you have to say.”
He did as instructed, and finally caught my eye with a look of such terrible despair that I could hardly credit it. “Mother,” he said, “I fear that the estate has collapsed, and that everything must be sold.”