Innocent Obsession

‘No!’ Sylvie’s denial was uttered on a rising note, which she quickly stifled as other eyes turned questioningly in their direction. ‘No,’ she repeated, half inaudibly. ‘Honestly, Leon, that’s the truth.’

‘Then why is she not here?’ he demanded, his dark eyes glittering with suppressed emotion. ‘She knows the situation. She knows I am unable to come to London at this time.’

Sylvie expelled her breath unevenly. ‘Leon, she’s got a part—in a play. You know the kind of thing she does. Well—–’ she sighed, ‘it’s a good part for her, and she wants to do it. It—it means a lot to her.’

‘More than we do,’ remarked Leon bitterly, his thin hands moulding the arms of his wheelchair.

Sylvie hesitated. ‘I—I don’t think that’s true,’ she ventured, albeit unconvincingly. ‘She—she just—needs this—stimulation. But she needs you, too. In her own way.’

Leon’s mouth tightened. ‘You mean as a safety net, do you not? In case this career she is pursuing does not work out.’

Sylvie shook her head. ‘No.’ Though she had said virtually the same thing ten days ago. ‘Leon, give her a break. Let her try and prove herself. She may fail.’

Leon looked down at his knees, swathed by a soft fur rug. ‘I have given her many breaks, Sylvie,’ he said heavily. ‘How many does she expect?’

Sylvie felt terrible. If only she had known Leon was ill, she would never have agreed to come here, not under any circumstances. It was the support of a wife Leon needed at this time, a mother for Nikos. How could Margot be so callous?

‘Have you told my brother why Margot is not here?’ enquired Andreas’s harsh tones above their heads, and Sylvie looked up in sudden confusion.

‘Yes.’ It was Leon who answered, leaning back in his chair now, his hands on the arms relaxing almost submissively. ‘She has told me, Andreas. It seems I must be patient once again.’