As the youngest Shelby child and twin to Finn Shelby, Kezia has spent the last 4 of her 10 years locked away for her mental defectiveness.
She returns to Small Heath under the legal guardianship of her brother, Thomas Shelby. Despite knowing she's s...
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CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
Arthur felt familiar darkness pollute his blood.
He always felt too much too strongly all the time. A trait he shared with his baby sister. Maybe they weren't so different.
He so badly wanted a father. But this was not a sentiment shared by his brothers or Ada. Arthur wondered, as he and the others gathered around this dying fire, how Kizzie was handling everything.
The news hadn't been broken outside of Kizzie and Arthur. He knew that Tommy wanted to wait until they were all together. Arthur wasn't even supposed to know yet, but Kizzie had stayed over. He was ready to hear an earful from his brother, but the first words out of his mouth were, "Dad's dead. I need to tell Kizzie." He had paused, knowing, maybe, that Arthur's heart sank to the floor. "Bring her home, Arthur."
The brothers sat in a circle while the boy, Ozzy, was never far away.
Tommy's look of contemplation matched the slight jitter of his fingers holding the damned piece of paper.
"This letter," he said, "says that dad's dead."
Smiles fell and suddenly the letter was in Arthur's face. He didn't want to read it. Didn't even want it anywhere near him.
"He was in Boston. In a bar called Mickey Free."
Arthur gave the folded letter to John's waiting hand.
"Shot twice by two men waiting for him in the alley."
John cleared his throat as he finished reading. "Who's Rosie Rice?" The letter then passed to Finn.
Arthur couldn't look at the boy anymore and not see Kizzie. Their resemblance always took his breath away.
"She's the woman who took the trouble to write us. And she wanted us to know that during that night, while he was dying, he asked for our forgiveness.... The only thing he ever taught us was how to kill and cut a stag." Tommy pointed to the hung and cut stag on the other side of camp."We eat, and then we forget him."
John sniffled but did not cry. "Who's going to tell Kizzie?"
"I already told her."
"Without us?" Finn said. There was a touch of anger in his voice. He still spoke like a young man, and it was always hard to take him seriously. "That's why my chest has been hurting..."
The information briefly altered Tommy's hardened face.
Was he not anticipating Kizzie's grief? No...that wasn't possible. Arthur had wondered, when picking up Tommy, why he didn't cancel. Or at least have their sister attached to him like cement.
