Kuyia teaches me.’ She looked up at Cecily, who nodded encouragingly. ‘“Kuyia” means “Aunt”,’ she explained to Rosalind, who then led Stella to a small reading corner, where cushions were strewn on a play mat, and they sat down together. Cecily watched with pride as Stella became animated as Rosalind asked her questions, then reached for one of the picture books on the shelf beside them. Stella began to read aloud the passages that Rosalind pointed to.
Cecily sat down at one of the small desks, as Rosalind took Stella through some basic arithmetic, then some logic questions, which Stella answered with ease. After thirty minutes, Rosalind suggested that Stella meet the other children, and she jumped up eagerly. They were led downstairs and into a large kitchen where four children were eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches at an old oak table.
‘Say hello to Stella, everyone!’ Rosalind called, and the boys and girls stood up shyly to welcome her. Cecily watched as Stella smiled widely and went to sit at the table next to Rosalind’s daughter, who was introduced as Harmony, her hair styled in curly, ribboned bunches, and gave her half of her sandwich.
‘So, it would just be you and me teaching at the moment,’ Rosalind said quietly to Cecily as they watched the children giggling together at the table. ‘If the school’s a success, I hope to expand. My thoughts are that I’d fund it by asking some of my more well-off Negro friends who are hungry to get a decent education for their kids to pay, which would enable us to take on the brighter kids whose parents can’t afford to do so.’
‘That’s a great plan. You’ve really thought this all through,’ Cecily said, full of admiration for her new friend.
‘Well, since I’m home here with Harmony anyway, I might as well put my degree to good use. So, tell me more about Stella. It’s obvious she’s a bright spark and adores you.’
Cecily watched to make sure Stella was fully occupied, then indicated the two of them should move out of earshot.
‘I actually found her when she was only a few hours old, left for dead in the woods on my farm in Kenya. I took her home and, well,’ Cecily sighed, ‘it’s hard to explain, but it was love at first sight. My husband was shocked when I said I wanted to care for her, to bring her up as our own, but he came round to the idea and we hatched a plan so that we could.’
Cecily explained Lankenua’s arrival in their lives and how Stella believed she was her mother.
‘Of course, no one else knows the truth, Rosalind. My mama would simply die if she got wind of the real state of the relationship, but it’s the best we can do.’
‘I understand,’ said Rosalind. Cecily saw there were tears in her eyes. ‘Can I give you a hug?’
‘Why, of course,’ Cecily said, as Rosalind took her into her embrace.
‘I just think what you have done for that child is about the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. And I want to help you give Stella everything she deserves and more.’
Cecily felt tears in her own eyes too, because it was the first time since she’d taken Stella into her arms as a newborn that she’d ever been able to share the truth of the situation with anyone but Bill and Lankenua.
‘And what about your husband? Is he expecting you back in Kenya anytime soon?’ asked Rosalind, her perceptive gaze boring into Cecily’s own.
‘In truth, yes, but maybe I can delay for a while and see how Stella – and I – settle in here. Like you, I need a purpose – to be able to put my brain to good use. In Kenya, apart from the house and gardens, and Stella, of course, I don’t have one. And for her, there is no future in Africa right now.’
‘All right, kids, who wants to go outside in the snow?’ Rosalind turned and asked the children.
‘Me! Me!’ they all shouted.
Cecily and Rosalind followed them as they trooped out of the kitchen and the two women helped them don their snow boots and jackets.
‘I’ve never played in the snow before,’ Stella said quietly to Cecily. ‘I won’t know what to do.’
‘I’ll show you how,’ piped up Harmony. ‘We’ll make a snowman!’
Stella took her hand and they ran out into the garden, where they all shrieked and laughed as a snowball fight ensued, then worked together to build