Babel Novel
Chapter 24
Chapter 24
Seven Years Ago
Brett peers over her shoulder. “Lord, but what's the girl reading now?”
Jenny sits in a chair by the fire, a coffee cup on the hearth one side of her, and next to it, an oddly
coloured pebble, lined with rust and deep green stripes.
“It's a book about geology. Mr Kalkowski lent it to me.”
She yells a protest as Brett snatches the book from her. “Let's have a look at it then.” Mockery in his
voice, “What have we here?”
He flicks through pages, then reads one of them, tracing the page with a forefinger, his lips moving
silently.
“What's all this?” Brett frowns, then reads aloud, stumbling over some of the words. “Shales are
typically composed of variable amounts of clay minerals and quartz grains and the typical colour is
gray….” He looks at Jenny oddly. “…. Red, brown and green colours are indicative of fer-rick oxide,
iron hi-drox-ide, or my-cay-shus minerals…. What are you reading this rubbish for?” He continues to
scan the pages, then turns the book on its side to look at a diagram.
His eyebrows draw together as he tries to make sense of what he is looking at, then, “Hold on, it’s
saying here…. sen-oh-zo-ik era, sixty million years ago…. pal-ee-oh-zo-ik…. five hundred million
years….” Brett gives her an angry look. “Is this the sort of thing that old man is giving you?” he
demands. “A young girl reading this kind of thing?”
Jenny’s mouth drops open at his reaction. “What's wrong with it? It’s a science book. About geology.”
“Hundreds of millions of years? They don't teach you this kind of thing in church.” He snaps the book
closed, holding it to his chest.
“Hey, it's not mine. I have to give it back.”
“I'll give it back to him,” snarls Brett, “with a piece of my mind for good measure.”
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The door to Mr Kalkowski’s office slams open and Brett stamps in. He slings the book down on the
headmaster’s desk. “What kind of reading is this to give to an impressionable teenager?”
Mr Kalkowski glances down at the text, pursing his lips. “Jennifer has an active and enquiring mind. If
she displays an interest in the sciences, it is my responsibility to feed that interest.”
“With this rubbish? Trying to teach her fairy stories about things happening millions of years ago?”
Anger flashes across the old man's face. “It is not for you, Brett, to interfere in the education of the
pupils here. It is my responsibility, and I will ensure that Jennifer, and for that matter any other pupil of
this school, has access to any and all appropriate educational materials, as I see fit.”
Brett leans over the desk, resting on his knuckles. “We’ll see about that.”
And with that, he turns and leaves.
*****
“Levi, I know you take a special interest in Jenny, but what’s going on? Brett is telling me he thinks she Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.
should be taken out of school.”
The headmaster gives her a sharp look, his voice whiplashing back. “Jennifer’s education is under my
care. That being the case, as I informed Brett, I will see she receives appropriate instruction.”
Then he regains his temper. Sighing, “Eleanor, please sit.” He waves her to a chair and after a
moment’s hesitation, Mrs Collier takes the seat.
Mr Kalkowski steeples his fingers, choosing his words. “I am quite convinced that the so-called ‘home’
Jennifer came from, was not a reputable institution. Certainly, there was no attempt made to educate
her to the standard that befits both her high intelligence and her high degree of motivation.” He snaps a
forefinger at her. “That motivation, I feel sure, results at least partly from earlier deprivation.”
He considers the woman in front of him. “Would you not say, Eleanor, from what you have seen
yourself, that there was something very wrong when Jennifer first arrived? Her visible fear for example.
Her appetite….”
Mrs Collier speaks politely but carefully. “Yes, Levi, I agree with you. Jenny was…. I don’t think
traumatised is too strong a word. That was clear. But it’s behind her now. She’s fit and healthy. Let’s be
honest. Jenny is growing up to be beautiful. She’s making a life here. She has friends. She’s engaged
to Chad….”
He interrupts her. “All this is true. But nonetheless, it is still my duty to attend to her education to an
appropriate level. I will certainly not tolerate interference in the curriculum I set for her on religious
grounds.”
Mrs Collier ponders that, then fixes an eye on him. “And what exactly do you consider to be an
appropriate level?”
He sniffs, “That is entirely her choice. Jenny has what it takes to go as far as she wishes, and I will do
my utmost to serve those wishes.”
*****
Richard
Since Charlotte’s return, I have seen little of Michael. While she was missing, he clearly wasn’t coping
well, and now that she is safely back with us, there is frost in the air.
James works, and all the time, whilst appearing to read quietly, Charlotte is following him, her eyes
constantly flicking between the pages of her text and his face.
Why did she accept him? A Master? She's not the dependent type.
She loves him… That's obvious…
But is that enough?
The comfort of the familiar?
She grew up being told what to do?
She enjoys restrictions on her freedom?
And where does Michael fit into that?
Her Lover?
What does that mean in this situation?
…. Her Fiancé....
And James is happy with that….
…. Even seems to encourage it?
Why?
What am I missing?
Later, while James is showering, and she and I are alone, “Charlotte, may I ask you a personal
question?”
Her eyes turn on me, green and feral. Her voice is cautious. “You can ask.”
She’s like a wild animal….
…. But I can see why he loves her….
…. as he obviously does….
“Tell me to mind my own business if you wish. I understand it is a private matter between the two of
you…. But why did you accept James as your Master?”
Her eyes glitter and she shows her teeth in a smile. “What do you mean? You’re….” She swallows her
words. “I know it’s the same between you and Beth. You must understand how it is.”
“I understand how it is for me and for James. And Elizabeth is a true submissive, in all ways. I do
understand why she accepted me as her Master. But you….”
“I met him as my Master. He bought me. You know that.”
“Your contract lasted a week. Only a week.”
“But I came back.”
“Even though he shared you.”
She shrugs. “I always expected to be passed around. I always knew I was trade goods. I didn't know
about happy-ever-after and happily married couples. Even in the books I read, the king had lots of
wives and they were expected to obey. What my Master asked of me was nothing in comparison to
what I grew up expecting. He couldn’t have been kinder that first week. Michael too. And I was paid
very well…”
I say nothing, hoping she will continue, giving her a silence to fill.
“…. and later, when I came back, he gave me everything….”
“Everything?”
“Everything I ever wanted. Everything I ever wished for, even though I’d not known it was what I wished
for. And all he wanted from me in return was… me…”
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