Sunbeam

48) sister

"I'm surprised your home, thought you'd be take a while sorting things out with the business," Bea says, "Ada packed and left as soon as you went over."

"Tommys handling it," Kezia responds, peeking into their spare bedroom, "Ada has seriously already gone?"

"She has," Bea states.

"Did she seem okay?" Kezia asks, running a hand through her hair.

"As okay as she can be," Bea says, "told me that she'd definitely visit more."

"Good, that's good, or she could just move back," Kezia shrugs.

"Are the cockneys responsible for whatever caused everyone to rush away from the funeral today?" Bea asks, "that's why you want Ada back so bad, because you're messing about in London."

"We are looking to expand, correct, but no the cockneys are not responsible for the pub being blown up," Kezia states.

"Blown up? The pub got blown up?" Bea repeats, "who was it then? Who else have you pissed off?"

"We haven't done anything, whoever it was wanted Tommys attention, and they definitely have it," Kez says.

"You don't know who it was?" Bea asks.

"Not yet, not until Tommy is back," Kezia responds.

"Do I need to be worried?" Beatrice questions.

"No harm will come to you because of whatever is going on, I promise," Kezia states.

"I meant about you, Kez, do I need to be worried about you?" Beatrice sighs, and Kez shakes her head, "no, you never need to worry about me."

"That's a lie, I constantly have to worry about you," Beatrice huffs, as Kez embraces her.

"You're right, I'm sorry," Kezia states, kissing her forehead, "you don't need to excessively worry. I promise I'm on my best behaviour."

"Good," Bea says, looking up at Kez, placing a hand on her jaw and pulling her down into a proper kiss.

A knock at their distracts them from what was turning into a heated make out session, and Kez groans, "who the fuck is knocking right now?"

"We could just... go to the bedroom, ignore them," Bea suggests.

"I like that plan," Kez smiles, walking backwards as Bea directs them to the bedroom, "of course you do, you like any plan that involves me undressing."

"True," Kezia laughs, groaning when once again there is a knock at the door.

"Someone really wants our attention," Beatrice sighs.

Kez reaches behind her back, retrieving her gun, "yeah, they really do."

"I thought you said I didn't need to worry," Bea says.

"You don't, this is probably just a friendly face, but it's better to be safe than sorry," Kezia responds, cocking the gun as she walks towards the door, keeping the weapon concealed behind her back as she opens the door, her eyebrows furrowing as she eyes a woman who looks frighteningly similar to Beatrice.

"Hi, are... are you Beatrice Walsworth?" The woman asks.

"No, I'm her roommate, can I help you?" Kezia responds.

"I uh, I think this is a conversation I ought to have with her first," she states.

"What's your name?" Kez asks.

"Edith," she answers.

"She's in the living room," Kezia says, gesturing for the woman to enter the apartment, putting her gun away.

"Are you Beatrice?" Edith asks, entering the room where Bea was stood.

"I prefer Bea, but yes."

"I'm Edith, I think you might be my sister," she informs.

"And why might you think that?" Beatrice asks.

"They put me up for adoption, I tracked them down hoping to meet them but found that they were deceased, but they had a daughter... you," Edith states.

"If I may, how old are you?" Kezia questions.

"35," Edith says.

"Explains a lot," Kez mumbles, leaning against the door, diverting her gaze when Bea turns to glare at her.

"What does that explain?" Edith inquires.

"You were born out of wedlock, your parents were absurdly religious, wouldn't have terminated you but wouldn't want people to know about... intimate acts happening before marriage," Kezia states.

"That's why they gave me up," Edith sighs.

"... probably," Bea nods.

"I know this is a lot to process, but I would like to have a relationship with you, I can understand if that's not on the cards for you though," Edith states.

"It's been a... busy day, I would love to sit down and speak with you, but maybe at a different time, in a couple of days perhaps?" Bea suggests.

Edith smiles, "a couple of days sounds perfect."

"You obviously have my address, where are you staying? I could come meet you and we could go to a restaurant for lunch," Beatrice says, "on Wednesday."

"The Royal Hotel," Edith states, turning to Kez, "I'm so sorry, I didn't get your name."

"Kezia."

"Lovely to meet you both," Edith says, "I'll see you on Wednesday, Beatr- Bea."

"See you on Wednesday," Bea nods.