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Chapter 4 (v.1) - Chapter 4.

Submitted: July 31, 2016

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Chapter 4.

Slowly over the next couple of weeks we got the house organised. A lot of the time we decided to use things that came with the house rather than go to the trouble of unpacking our own stuff. I did insist on putting some of our own bits and pieces around. It seemed important to me that we put something of ourselves into the house; I didn't like the feeling that the house was taking us over.
Liam seemed to be spending more and more time in the studio. I thought it might just be the novelty of finally having his own space in which to work. At the end of the second week I asked him about this.
"I'm trying out a new style, Harriet. You know how it is. I have to work while I'm feeling inspired."
That was another thing that bothered me. Since we had moved into the house Liam had started to call me Harriet more often, rather than his more affectionate Harry.
I had thought that I would find it easy to work here. There were plenty of places for getting picturesque landscape shots; but while Liam seemed to be feeling inspired, I couldn't say the same for me. Most of the photos I did take ended up being faulty, either looking smudged or shadowy. I presumed it was being caused by a dirty lens but no amount of cleaning seemed to improve it.
When I told Liam that I needed another camera he said it would have to wait for a while, that we couldn't really afford it just now. He also told me that he was planning a trip to the gallery within the month, and that if his work sold well I could buy a camera then.
Liam had got very secretive over his work. I'd loved to watch him draw and paint, and he'd always teased that I was his favourite critic. Since the move I hadn't got to see any of his art. If I came to the studio door he would come out and pull the door closed behind him. If I asked to see something he would make an excuse about still experimenting and trying to find a new style. I was tempted to point out that he must have some finished pieces or there would be no point in going to the gallery. I kept that thought to myself though and promised myself a quick secret peek as soon as the chance arose.

There were times when I was sure that things had been moved. For years I had owned this silver bud vase. It was very small and delicate, decorated with tiny rabbits and owls. I put it lovingly on the bedroom window sill but found it on my bedside locker, and, at a different time, on the floor. I presumed that I had not really been thinking what I was doing or that Liam had accidentally knocked it down.
The cover I placed over the mirror in the  bedroom continued to act as if it had a mind of its own. It was always falling down, even on days where there could not possibly be a draught strong enough to disturb it.
I hated that mirror. There had been so many times when I was sure that I saw someone else, or someone else's shadow reflected on its surface. I had asked Liam to help me take it down, but he made vague promises and just returned to his studio. He was rarely out of the there now except when he was asleep. I tried not to look at the mirror but it was positioned in such a way that it caught my eye no matter where in the bedroom I was.
We had lived in the house for just over a month and we had both totally changed. Liam used to like to look pretty smart but now he rarely washed or brushed his hair, and he put on whatever clothes he first got hold of. He didn't often speak to me, although I was sure I heard him talking in his studio; and he wasn't interested in going out at all. I couldn't work, I couldn't sleep. I spent most of my time wandering around or staring out of the window. I felt like something was draining all my energy and enthusiasm, and I was starting to wish we had never set eyes on this place.
I phoned Phil and invited him and Lisa down for the weekend as Liam hadn't bothered to issue the invitation. Unfortunately they already had plans so wouldn't be able to make it for another couple of weeks. I told Liam and he wasn't pleased with me at all.
"What the hell did you phone him for? He's my brother and its up to me if he's invited here or not. Keep out of things that don't concern you, Harriet."
Liam stormed off back to his studio, slammed the door, and if he came to bed at all that night it was after I had fallen into a fitful sleep.

 


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