"We"ve found you a nice bed-and-breakfast in Yarwell."
It was at this point that Jamie threw an uncharacteristic wobbly. And he knew it was the wrong moment to throw a wobbly, but there was not a lot he could do about it.
104.
Jean was looking for Jamie. To make up for all that hoo-ha in the kitchen. To say how sad she was that Tony wasn"t coming to the wedding. for Jamie. To make up for all that hoo-ha in the kitchen. To say how sad she was that Tony wasn"t coming to the wedding.
She b.u.mped into him coming down the stairs. And clearly no one had told him about Eileen and Ronnie staying in his room.
Jean was going to explain that she"d spent a long and rather embarra.s.sing morning in the library in town finding a special bed-and-breakfast where he and Tony would not feel out of place. She was rather proud of having done this and she"d expected Jamie to feel grateful. But he was not in the mood for feeling grateful.
"You just didn"t want Tony and me sleeping in this house, did you?"
"It"s not like that, Jamie."
"I"m your son, for G.o.d"s sake."
"Please, Jamie, not so loud. And in any case now that Tony"s not here-"
"Yeh, that"s solved all your problems, hasn"t it."
A door opened somewhere nearby and the two of them went quiet.
Ray, Katie and Jacob appeared at the head of the stairs. Luckily they seemed not to have heard the argument.
"Ah, Jamie," said Ray, "just the bloke we were looking for."
"I colored in a Power Ranger," said Jacob, holding up a magazine.
"We need a favor," said Katie.
"What sort of favor?" asked Jamie, who was clearly annoyed at being interrupted in the middle of an argument.
Ray said, "Katie and I are going out for a meal, and Jean"s meeting up with her brother. We wondered if you"d mind babysitting Jacob."
"Oh, I"m afraid I"m not staying here tonight," said Jamie, turning to Jean with a sarcastic smile.
"Maybe your father can look after Jacob," said Jean, trying to deflect attention away from Jamie. "I think it"s about time he rolled up his sleeves and did something useful round here."
"Jesus, no," said Jamie.
"Jamie," said Jean. "Your language."
"That"s naughty-naughty," said Jacob.
"I"ll look after Jacob," said Jamie. "Sorry. Forget what I said about not being here. Wasn"t thinking straight. Sorry. No problem. Come on, little man, let"s have a look at your Power Ranger."
"It"s Yellow Ranger," said Jacob.
And the two of them headed upstairs together.
"What was that all about?" asked Katie.
"Oh nothing," said Jean. "So, where are you going for supper? Or is it a big surprise?"
105.
Halfway through their meal Ray started glancing at his watch. Ray started glancing at his watch.
Katie pointed out that a gentleman shouldn"t really do this during a candlelit dinner with his fiancee. Ray was apologetic, but not quite apologetic enough. He clearly thought it was funny, which it wasn"t, and Katie was torn between getting genuinely angry and not wanting to have a public row the night before their wedding.
A few minutes before nine o"clock, however, Ray leaned across the table and took hold of both her hands and said, "I bought you a present."
And Katie said, "Uh-huh," being a bit noncommittal because of the time-checking, but also because Ray was not brilliant at presents.
Ray didn"t say anything.
"So...?" asked Katie.
Ray held up his finger, meaning Wait, Wait, or or Be quiet Be quiet. And this was odd, too.
"OK," said Katie.
Ray looked toward the window, so Katie looked toward the window, and Ray said, "Five, four, three, two, one," and absolutely nothing happened for a few seconds, and Ray said, "s.h.i.t," quietly and then fireworks erupted from the field next to the restaurant, fizzy white snakes, purple sea urchins, yellow starbursts, weeping willows of incandescent green light. And those whumps whumps like someone hitting cardboard boxes with a golf club that took her straight back to bonfires and baked potatoes in silver foil and the smell of sparkler smoke. like someone hitting cardboard boxes with a golf club that took her straight back to bonfires and baked potatoes in silver foil and the smell of sparkler smoke.
Everyone in the restaurant was watching, and each explosion was followed by a little ooh ooh or or aah aah from somewhere in the room, and Katie said, "So this is..." from somewhere in the room, and Katie said, "So this is..."
"Yup."
"Jesus, Ray, this is amazing."
"You"re welcome," said Ray, who wasn"t watching the fireworks at all, but watching her face watching the fireworks. "It was either this or Chanel No. 5. I thought you"d prefer this."
106.
Jean seldom saw Douglas and Maureen. Partly because they lived in Dundee. And partly because...well, to be frank, because Douglas was a bit like Ray. Only more so. He ran a haulage company for starters. One of those large men who are excessively proud of having no airs and graces. Douglas and Maureen. Partly because they lived in Dundee. And partly because...well, to be frank, because Douglas was a bit like Ray. Only more so. He ran a haulage company for starters. One of those large men who are excessively proud of having no airs and graces.
Her opinion of people like Ray, however, had shifted over the preceding twenty-four hours, and she was rather enjoying Douglas"s company tonight.
She"d already had a couple of gla.s.ses of wine when Maureen asked what was wrong with George, so she thought To h.e.l.l with it To h.e.l.l with it and told them he was suffering from stress. and told them he was suffering from stress.
To which Maureen replied, "Doug went through that a couple of years ago."
Douglas finished his prawn c.o.c.ktail and lit a cigarette and put his arm round Maureen and let her talk for him.
"Had a blackout driving the transit just north of Edinburgh. Came round sc.r.a.ping down the crash barrier on the central reservation doing seventy. Brain scans. Blood tests. Doctor said it was tension."
"So we sold one of the artics and b.u.g.g.e.red off to Portugal for three weeks," said Douglas. "Left Simon to run the office. Knowing when to let go of the reins. That"s the thing."
Jean was going to say, "I didn"t know." But they knew she didn"t know. And they all knew why. Because she"d never been interested. And she felt bad about this. She said, "I"m really sorry. I should have asked you to stay at the house."
"With Eileen?" asked Maureen, raising her eyebrows.
"Instead," said Jean.
"I hope she"s not bringing that b.l.o.o.d.y dog to the wedding," said Douglas, and they all laughed.
And Jean wondered briefly whether she could tell them about the scissors, before deciding that was taking things a bit far.
107.
Jamie had never babysat before. Not properly. before. Not properly.
He"d looked after Jacob a couple of times when he was tiny. For an hour or two. While he was asleep, mostly. He"d even changed a nappy. It didn"t actually need changing. He"d got the smells wrong and when he took it off it was empty. He just couldn"t bring himself to reattach something containing urine.
But he was not going to be babysitting again. Not until Jacob was twelve at least.
This realization came to him fairly rapidly when Jacob called him into the bathroom, having finished his poo, and Jamie watched him slide off the toilet seat a little too early, dragging the final section across the seat and leaving it hanging from the rim like a wet chocolate stalact.i.te.
Not baby poo. But actual human feces. With a hint of dog.
Jamie armed himself with a rudimentary oven glove of toilet paper and held his nose.
And obviously there were worse jobs in the world (rat catcher, astronaut...) but Jamie had never realized quite how far down the table parenting came.
Jacob was inordinately proud of his achievement, and the rest of the evening"s activities (scrambled egg on toast, Mr. Gumpy"s Outing, Mr. Gumpy"s Outing, a very, very soapy bath) were punctuated by Jacob retelling his toilet adventure on at least twenty occasions. a very, very soapy bath) were punctuated by Jacob retelling his toilet adventure on at least twenty occasions.
Jamie never did get the chance to talk to his mother about his father"s state of mind. And maybe it was better that way. One less person worrying. When he headed off tonight he could ask Ray to keep watch.
His father spent the rest of the evening in the bedroom.
After Jacob finally went to bed Jamie put his feet up in front of Mission: Impossible Mission: Impossible (there was a stockpile of action videos under the television for some unaccountable reason). (there was a stockpile of action videos under the television for some unaccountable reason).
Halfway through the film Jamie paused the tape and went to pee and check up on his father. His father was not in the bedroom. Or the bathroom. His father was not in any of the rooms, upstairs or downstairs. Jamie went back and checked in cupboards and under beds, petrified that his father had done something stupid.
He was on the verge of ringing the police when he glanced into the darkened garden and saw his father standing in the center of the lawn. He opened the door and stepped outside. His father was swaying a little.
Jamie walked over and stood beside him. "How"s things?"
His father looked up at the sky. "Incredible to think it"s all going to end."
He"d been drinking. Jamie could smell it. Wine? Whiskey? It was hard to tell.
"Music. Books. Science. Everyone talks about progress, but..." His father was still looking upward.
Jamie put a hand on his father"s arm to prevent him toppling backward.
"A few million years and all this will be a big empty rock. No evidence we even existed. No one to even notice that there"s no evidence. No one looking for evidence. Just...s.p.a.ce. And some other big rocks. Whirling around."
Jamie hadn"t heard someone talk like this since getting ma.s.sively stoned with Scunny in college. "Perhaps we should get you back inside."
"Don"t know whether it"s terrifying or rea.s.suring," said his father. "You know, everyone being forgotten. You. Me. Hitler. Mozart. Your mother." He looked down and rubbed his hands. "What"s the time, by the way?"
Jamie checked his watch. "Ten twenty."
"Better head back inside."
Jamie guided his father gently toward the light of the kitchen door.
He paused on the threshold and turned to Jamie. "Thank you."
"What for?"
"For listening. Don"t think I could cope otherwise."
"You"re welcome," said Jamie, locking the door as his father made his way toward the stairs.
When everyone returned home, Jamie took Ray aside and said his father was looking a little wobbly. He asked if Ray could keep a weather eye open overnight and not mention anything to Katie. Ray said it would be no problem.
Then he got into his car and drove to the bed-and-breakfast in Yarwell, where the locked door was answered by a large, caftaned person of indeterminate gender who was rather tetchy about Jamie not having rung to say he would be arriving so late.
108.
The following morning Jean woke up, did her ablutions and pottered back to the bedroom. Jean woke up, did her ablutions and pottered back to the bedroom.
George was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing the hangdog expression he"d been wearing for the last few days. She did her best to ignore him. If she said anything she was going to lose her temper.
Maybe she was insensitive, maybe she was old-fashioned, but it seemed to her that there was nothing so burdensome you couldn"t put it aside for the day of your daughter"s wedding.
She was stepping into her slip when he said, "I"m sorry," and she turned round and she could see that he really meant it.
"I"m so sorry, Jean."
She wasn"t sure what to say. That it was all right? Because it wasn"t all right. She could see that.
She sat down and took his hand and held it. Maybe that was all you could do.
She remembered the children, when they were little, teaching them to say sorry when they"d hit each other or broken something. And it was just a word to them. A way of papering over the cracks. Then you heard someone say sorry properly and you realized how powerful it was. The magic word that opened the door of the cave.