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The Bookshop Owner – Part 2: Marginalia

Mature & Silver·EN·2 min read·Published 2026-11-07, updated 2026-11-07·Part 2 of 2

They ate at a small restaurant by the harbour and talked until the owner stacked the chairs. About books they loved and books they pretended to. About George's wife, long gone, and Alice's husband, who had died on a spring morning she could still describe to the minute. About how the silence in a house changes shape over years.

"I thought I was done," Alice said. "With this part."

"I thought so too."

"And?"

"And then there was a woman at the poetry shelf with a crossword dictionary." George's eyes crinkled. "I have been rereading that afternoon for weeks."

They walked back through the wet streets under one umbrella, shoulders touching. At the bookshop door he fumbled his key. Alice put her hand over his and turned it gently in the lock.

"The flat's upstairs," he said. "There is tea. And a very comfortable sofa. No obligation at all."

"I'd like to see the flat," said Alice. "And I'd like it if you kissed me first."

"Yes," said George, a little hoarse. "Yes. I'll try to remember how."

He remembered. The kiss was gentle, then not so gentle, a little breathless, a little shy, and entirely welcome. Dickens watched with enormous green eyes from the stairs. Upstairs, the flat was a snug, book-lined room with a rumpled bed under the slanted roof and rain on the skylight.

"I'm not what I was," said Alice.

"I'm not either. Thank goodness." George smiled. "I'd rather meet the people we are."

They undressed with care and humour, laughing at buttons and a creaking knee, and under the old patchwork quilt they found their way slowly, kindly, with long pauses to look at each other and smile. The lamp burned low. The rain went on.

In the morning, a sheet of paper lay on the pillow. A new poem, in George's cramped hand. The title was Someone Coming Home. The last line read: and this time, the footsteps stay.

Alice folded it carefully, tucked it into her pocket and went down to make the tea.

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