Whiteout - Ken Follett [66]
Olga said, “You won’t get that much from me. For God’s sake, what are we supposed to say to you? Are you thinking of marrying this woman? Would you have more children?”
“I’m not thinking of marrying anyone,” he said tetchily. Olga was irritating him by refusing to argue on his terms. Mamma had always been able to get under his skin in exactly the same way. He added, “But I’m not ruling anything out.”
“It’s outrageous.” Olga stormed. “When I was a child I hardly saw you. You were always at the lab. Mamma and I were at home with baby Mandy from seven-thirty in the morning until nine at night. We were a one-parent family, and it was all for your career, so that you could invent narrow-spectrum antibiotics and an ulcer drug and an anticholesterol pill, and become famous and rich. Well, I want a reward for my sacrifice.”
“You had a very expensive education,” Stanley said.
“It’s not enough. I want my children to inherit the money you made, and I don’t want them to share it with a litter of brats bred by some tart who knows nothing except how to take advantage of a widower.”
Miranda let out a cry of protest.
Hugo, embarrassed, said, “Don’t beat about the bush, Olga dear, say what’s on your mind.”
Stanley’s expression darkened, and he said, “I wasn’t planning to date some tart.”
Olga saw that she had gone too far. She said, “I didn’t mean that last part.” For her, that amounted to an apology.
Kit said flippantly, “It won’t be much different. Mamma was tall, athletic, nonintellectual, and Italian. Toni Gallo is tall, athletic, nonintellectual, and Spanish. I wonder if she cooks.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Olga told him. “The difference is that for the last forty years Toni hasn’t been part of this family, so she’s not one of us, she’s an outsider.”
Kit bridled. “Don’t call me stupid, Olga. At least I can see what’s under my nose.”
Miranda’s heart missed a beat. What was he talking about?
The same question occurred to Olga. “What’s under my nose that I can’t see?”
Miranda glanced surreptitiously at Ned. She feared that later he might ask her what Kit meant. He often picked up on such things.
Kit backed off. “Oh, stop cross-examining me, you’re a pain in the arse.”
“Aren’t you concerned about your financial future?” Olga said to Kit. “Your inheritance is threatened as much as mine. Have you got so much money that you don’t care?”
Kit laughed humorlessly. “Yeah, right.”
Miranda said to Olga, “Aren’t you being a bit mercenary?”
“Well, Daddy did ask.”
Stanley said, “I thought you might feel badly about your mother’s being replaced by someone new. It never occurred to me that your main concern would be my will.”
Miranda felt hurt for her father. But she was more worried about Kit and what he might say. As a child, he had never been good at keeping secrets. She and Olga had been obliged to keep everything from him. If they trusted him with a confidence, he would blurt it out to Mamma in five minutes. Now he knew Miranda’s darkest secret. He was no longer a child, but on the other hand he had never really grown up. This was dangerous. Her heart beat like a tom-tom. Perhaps if she took part in the conversation she had a chance of controlling it. She addressed Olga. “The important thing is to keep the family together. Whatever Daddy decides, we mustn’t let it break us up.”
“Don’t lecture me about the family,” Olga said angrily. “Talk to your brother.”
Kit said, “Get off my case!”
Stanley said, “I don’t want to rake all that up again.”
Olga persisted. “But he’s the one who has come closest to destroying the family.”
“Fuck you, Olga,” Kit said.
“Easy,” Stanley said firmly. “We can have a passionate discussion without descending to insults and obscenity.”
“Come on, Daddy,” Olga said. She was furious, because she had been called mercenary, and she needed to counterattack. “What could be more threatening to the family than one of us who steals from another?”
Kit was red with shame and fury. “I’ll tell you,” he said.
Miranda knew