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A Novel Inspired by the Life and Marriage of Charles Dickens
by Gaynor Arnold1
My husbands funeral is today. And Im sitting here alone in my upstairs room while half of London follows him to his grave.
I should be angry, I suppose. Kitty was angry enough for both of us, marching about the room in a demented fashion. They couldnt stop you, she kept saying. They wouldnt dare turn you awaynot his own widow. And of course she was right; if Id made an appearance, they would have been forced to acknowledge me, to grit their teeth and make the best of it. But I really couldnt have borne to parade myself in front of them, to sit in a
black dress in a black carriage listening to the sound of muffled hooves and the agonized weeping of thousands. And most of all, I couldnt have borne to see Alfred boxed up in that dreadful fashion. Even today, I cannot believe that he will never again make a comical face, or laugh immoderately at some joke, or racket about in his old facetious way.
All morning I have waited, sitting at the piano in my brightest frock, playing The Sailors Hornpipe over and over again. The tears keep welling from my eyes every time I try to sing the words. But I carry on pounding the keys, and in the end my fingers ache almost as much as my heart.
At last, the doorbell rings, and in seconds Kitty is in the room. She has an immense black veil, a heavy train running for yards behind her, and jet beads glittering all over. Oh, you should have been there, Mama! she cries, almost knocking Gyp from my lap with the force of her embrace. Its completely insupportable that you were not!
I pat whatever part of her I can feel beneath the heavy folds of crepe and bombazine. I try to calm her, though now she is hereso strung up and full of grief, so pregnant with desire to tell me allI am far from being calm myself. My heart jitters and jumps like a mad thing. I dread to hear what she has to say, but I know of old that she will not be stopped. She is near to stifling me, too; her arms are tight, her veil is across my mouth. Please, Kitty, I gasp, You will suffocate us both! Sit down and gather yourself a little.
But she does not sit down. On the contrary, she stands up, starts to wrench off her gloves. Sit down, Mama? How can I sit down after all I have been through? Oh, he might almost have done it on purpose!
On purpose? Who? Your father? I look at her with amazement. What can she mean? What can Alfred possibly have done now? What mayhem could he possibly have caused from beyond the grave? Yet at the same time, my heart quickens with dismay. Alfred always hated funerals, and would not be averse to undermining his own in some preposterous way.
Oh, Mama! She throws her mangled gloves on the table. As if its not enough that we ve had to share every scrap of him with his Public for all these years, but no, they had to be center stage even today, as if it were their fatheror their husbandwho had been taken from them! She lifts her veil, revealing reddened eyes and cheeks puffed with weeping.
So it is only his Public she inveighs against; nothing more sinister.
Oh, Kitty, I say. It is hard, I know, but you must allow his readers their hour of grief.
Must I? Really, Mama, must I? She takes out her handkerchief. It is silk with a black lace border and I cannot help thinking that she must have outspent her housekeeping with all this ostentation. She dabs at her eyes as violently as if she would poke them out. Youd have expected, wouldnt you, that after giving them every ounce of his blood every day of his existence, at least theyd let him have some peace and dignity at the end?
Excerpted from Girl in a Blue Dress by Gaynor Arnold Copyright © 2009 by Gaynor Arnold. Excerpted by permission of Crown, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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