Ruso and the Root of All Evils

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Arria brushed a stray olive aside and sank on to the couch while the cleaning girl and the laundrymaid lit more lamps and bustled around her with cloths and brooms. ‘We can’t go on like this, Gaius. Those wretched girls!’

‘Lollia said it was a very entertaining evening.’

‘I don’t want to talk about it. And that child! At this rate we shall have no furniture left.’

‘There’s too much of it anyway.’

Arria picked at a piece of fluff on the cushion. ‘I know you and your brother aren’t interested, but your father always wanted us to have a nice home.’

‘At the moment we’re lucky we’ve got a home at all.’

She looked up. ‘Well, I’m sorry to have to say it, dear, but whose fault is that?’

Ruso stared at her.

‘Your father was wonderful with money!’ she said. ‘And always so generous. I can’t understand how you two have grown up the complete opposite. He worked so hard to set up all those investments, and neither of you seems to have the faintest idea how to manage them.’

Ruso started to laugh. ‘Father didn’t have investments, Arria, he had loans! Loans to pay for all the things you insisted on buying. All the plans that got bigger and bigger — ’

‘He agreed to the plans. I never bought anything without consulting him first.’

‘He never intended to build a temple that was going to cost a fortune to run for ever and ever. And he didn’t live long enough to agree to all these cupids.’

‘He would have liked them!’ cried Arria. ‘Do you want us to live in a mud hut like your barbarian?’

Ruso took a deep breath and reminded himself that he was no longer nine years old. He was a grown man and he was responsible for what was left of the family. ‘No,’ he said, wondering how many times Lucius had already tried to explain this to her, ‘I want us to live within our means. I know Father didn’t tell you all the details, because he didn’t tell us either, but a lot of the money was never really there. Now we have all this …’ He glanced around the dining room. ‘We have all these things, and we have to find a way to survive while we pay for them.’

Arria’s hand crept to her mouth. ‘Are you saying your father lied to me?’

‘I’m saying,’ said Ruso, trying to remember what Cass had told him and wishing she were here to deal with this, ‘he was very fond of you and he wanted you to be happy. Now you won’t be ordering anything else, will you?’

Arria sniffed. The paint in the outer corner of one eye had smudged, giving her a black streak like an Egyptian. ‘It isn’t my fault, Gaius,’ she insisted. ‘Not all of it. Not the court case and everything. And all those children!’

‘We’ve all contributed,’ Ruso conceded. ‘But you have to listen, Arria. The only way out of this is to stop spending money.’

‘Not even a little outdoor dining room? It won’t cost much. Diphilus is such a nice man.’

‘No. We have to concentrate on keeping things going while Lucius and Cass are away, and we have to get these wretched investigators off our backs.’

Arria shook her head. A pin tumbled out of place and landed unnoticed on the couch. ‘There never was any money? Are you sure?’

‘Yes.’

‘No more lovely things?’

‘Just enjoy the lovely things you have.’

She was saying sadly, ‘Poor Diphilus will be so disappointed,’ when a voice from the doorway announced, ‘Never mind poor Diphilus. When are you going to make Gaius give me a dowry?’

Ruso growled, ‘Not tonight.’

‘Then what about Tertius?’

Ruso said, ‘Tertius made a choice,’ at the same time as Arria said, ‘Who is Tertius?’

‘I need money, Gaius.’

‘So do we all.’

‘Then Tertius is going to die!’ cried Marcia, bursting into tears. ‘And all you want to do’ (this was addressed to Ruso) ‘is to make money out of cutting him up! It’s all your fault, Gaius! I hate you!’

‘Then you shouldn’t have summoned me home,’ said Ruso.