The Prisoner of Heaven (The Cemetery of Forgotten 3)

‘When Julián is a bit older and my mother is able to look after him for a few hours a day, I think I’m going to work.’

I nodded.

‘Where?’

‘In the bookshop.’

I thought it best to keep quiet.

‘I think it would do you all good,’ she added. ‘Your father is getting too old to put in all those hours and, don’t be offended, but I think I’m better at dealing with customers than you, not to mention Fermín, who recently seems to scare business away.’

‘I won’t argue with that.’

‘What’s the matter with him, anyway? The other day I bumped into Bernarda in the street and she burst out crying. I took her to one of the milk bars on Calle Petritxol and after I’d plied her with cups of hot chocolate and whipped cream she told me that Fermín is behaving really oddly. For some days now, it seems he’s been refusing to fill in the parish church papers for the wedding. I have a feeling Fermín isn’t getting married. Has he said anything to you?’

‘Yes, I’ve noticed it too,’ I lied. ‘Perhaps Bernarda is pushing him too hard …’

Bea looked at me but didn’t say anything.

‘What?’ I asked finally.

‘Bernarda asked me not to tell anyone.’

‘Not to tell what?’

Bea fixed her eyes on mine.

‘She’s late this month.’

‘Late? She’s got behind with her work?’

Bea looked at me as if I were stupid and then the penny dropped.

‘Bernarda is pregnant?’

‘Don’t speak so loudly, you’ll wake Julián.’

‘Is she pregnant or isn’t she?’ I repeated, in a tiny voice.

‘Looks like it.’

‘And does Fermín know?’

‘She hasn’t wanted to tell him yet. She’s scared he’ll make a quick exit.’

‘Fermín would never do that.’

‘All you men would do that, given a chance.’

I was surprised by the harshness of her tone, which she quickly sweetened with an unconvincingly meek smile.

‘How little you know us.’

She sat up in the dark and without saying a word lifted off her nightdress and let it fall to one side of the bed. She let me gaze at her for a few seconds and then, slowly, leaned over me and licked my lips unhurriedly.

‘How little I know you,’ she whispered.

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