Blackwood Farm - Anne Rice [192]
“Then it was in the sunlit kitchen that we settled at a glass table with brass dolphins as a base to it, and we were ranged in comfortable brushed-steel chairs. There was a cozy back stairs in the corner and a small gas fireplace for cold days, but this wasn’t one of them, and beyond the French doors we could see the rampant jasmine and the banana trees that grew around the wall of the rear garden where I had sat with Julien, so oblivious to the real world.
“ ‘But how do I know you’re real?’ I asked them logically. ‘He seemed in those moments as real as anybody, except—.’ And then I had to admit it, the things that were wrong, that he had been a friend to my ancestor Manfred, a sheer impossibility in terms of his appearance, and then there was the matter of his old-fashioned nineteenth-century clothes.
“ ‘Ghosts tip you off and then distract you,’ I confessed.
“Michael Curry nodded his head. I knew instinctively that he had seen spirits, plenty of them. And he was such a genial man, almost humble. Yet he gave an impression of incredible strength. He had exceptionally large hands and they looked gentle.
“ ‘What did he tell you, son?’ he asked. ‘Can you share this information with us?’
“ ‘That he had sired my great-great-grandfather,’ I said. I proceeded to recount for them the operatic drama and how it had been done. And that it seemed to mean that Mona and I both carried a sensitivity to see spirits and that was why we mustn’t marry on any account.
“It may have been utterly self-defeating to repeat these things to Michael and Rowan but I had no intention of holding them back. I thought they should know everything. They should know why Oncle Julien had interfered.
“With my eyes opened now I told them of Oncle Julien’s words, that he existed in a ‘Purgatorial state of concern’ about his genes dominating his offspring, and how he had asked me about the sweet scent in the backyard, and of how I could smell that scent and had not wanted to say anything until asked.
“Both Rowan and Michael seemed fascinated by these confessions, and I went on to tell them that Oncle Julien had said that mutations were buried in the earth of the rear garden, but not Mona’s child, Mona’s mutated child was living, and this seemed to enthrall them and they asked that I repeat it and I did.
“At this point I became so miserable, so certain that they would not let me see Mona, and so sure of failure in every regard that I began to cry. I begged them not to turn me away. I told them how much I wanted to be part of them. I had no shame in it. And perhaps in my own heart I felt I was worthy somehow.
“ ‘I don’t come as a pauper,’ I said. ‘I don’t come as a beggar. I don’t offer Mona a small cottage in which to live.’
“ ‘We know that, son,’ said Michael Curry. ‘And forgive us if we seemed lacking in respect when we came to Blackwood Manor, but Mona has put us through some wild escapades and at times we forget our manners. Yesterday was one of those times. Believe me when I say we worry about Mona.’
“ ‘But what is so very wrong with Mona being with me? Do you believe it’s that we both see spirits?’
“ ‘No, it’s not that in itself,’ said Michael. He sat back comfortably in his chair as he addressed me. ‘The fact is, there are medical reasons, good medical reasons that have to do with Mona’s health.’
“ ‘It’s Mona who has the right to talk about the medical aspects of things,’ Rowan said in her softly running husky voice, ‘not us. But we can tell you that Mona isn’t acting wisely and we are trying to guard Mona from herself.’ She was soft and sincere.
“I wasn’t sure what to say. ‘I understand your problem,’ I replied, ‘because I can’t divulge the things that Mona has said to me. But can’t I see her? Can’t you let her come down? Can’t I tell her about the ghost of Oncle Julien? Can’t I ask her what she has to say?’
“ ‘You do understand,’ said Michael, ‘that this was a powerful apparition. This ghost chose to