Ed pulls out a chair opposite her and sits down heavily. She smiles to herself. Ed is the proverbial bull in a china shop. The smell of lasagne starts to fill the kitchen and makes Kathryn’s stomach rumble. She hasn’t eaten anything for hours. ‘Well, your mother’s not easy.’
She knows that. Why does he have to say it? He reaches across the table and squeezes her hand. He’s being kind, she reminds herself. That’s the lovely thing about Ed. He’s always on her side. No matter what.
And then the little voice she tries to repress pipes up inside her head.
But would he be so loyal if he knew what you’ve done?
3
Una
My hand rests on the wrought-iron gate, suitcase at my feet, and I stare up at the house, my feelings oscillating between anticipation and fear. Now that the snow and ice have melted away, the house looks more beautiful, more regal than it did the first time I saw it, backlit by wintry sunlight and a cloudless sky. It’s still cold, freezing in fact, and I’m wrapped up warm in my scarf and gloves, but right now I can almost imagine it’s spring.
‘Are you coming in or what?’
A male voice startles me. And that’s when I notice him. He’s almost hidden by the large evergreen bush in the front garden, his head just peeping over the top. He’s handsome in a rugged, outdoorsy way, with olive skin and light eyes. He is wearing a grey woollen beanie, with dark curls peeking out of the sides. He’s grinning at me. ‘Were you talking to yourself?’
‘Um …’ Oh, my God, was I thinking out loud? Courtney’s always laughing at me for doing that. My whole face is burning. ‘It’s my first day. I’m a little nervous.’
He climbs down from his ladder. He’s really tall, with broad shoulders, and looks a few years older than me. ‘Well, you’d better hurry up then, the old lady doesn’t like shirkers.’
‘I’m not a shirker, I’m …’ But his eyes are twinkling. He’s just teasing me. I push the gate open and he strides over to me to help with my case.
When we reach the front door he thrusts a gloved hand in my direction. ‘I’m Lewis by the way.’
‘Hi, Lewis By The Way. I’m Una.’
A languid grin spreads across his face. ‘I hope to see you around. Una.’
And then the door opens and Kathryn is staring at me disapprovingly, as though she’s caught us in a compromising position.
‘You’re late,’ she says, even though it’s exactly nine o’clock, the time Elspeth asked me to arrive. ‘And haven’t you things to be getting on with?’ She fires this question at Lewis. ‘The greenhouse needs emptying.’ He flashes her an apologetic smile and lopes away.
I step into the house. I was hoping Kathryn wouldn’t be here today. Doesn’t she have a job to go to? I wonder if this is what it’s going to be like working for Elspeth, her grumpy, disapproving daughter looking over my shoulder all day. It will be worse than Surly Cynthia – and I hadn’t thought anyone could be that bad. Even Randy Roger, with his leers and suggestive remarks, didn’t compare. I suddenly yearn for my old life: my flat with Courtney, the job I’ve had for the past four years. The familiarity of it all. I feel like I did on that rainy school trip to Wales in Year 6 when I wanted to be at home with Mum, huddled in front of the TV, dunking Digestives in our mugs of tea instead of hiking across fields and sharing a room with five other homesick girls.
Kathryn’s face softens, as if she’s sensed my distress. ‘I’ll show you to your room and give you half an hour or so to settle in. Then you can come and see Mother. I’ll need to head to work for ten a.m. Is that okay?’
Mother. It sounds so formal.
‘I … Yes, that’s great.’ I lug my case up two flights of stairs to the top of the house, in what I imagine was once the servants’ quarters. When we get to the top there is a small landing and one door. She opens it and says, ‘This is your room.’
I walk in, my mouth falling open. It’s more of a suite than a room, with an en-suite bedroom, leading into another smaller room, which has been set up as a lounge.
‘To give you some space if you don’t want to be in the sitting room with my mother,’ Kathryn says, as I gaze at my surroundings in awe. ‘Believe me, there will be times when you’ll be glad to get away.’ She laughs then, loud and throaty, which catches me by surprise. It’s the first time I’ve heard her laugh properly. She hands me a key. ‘You can also lock your door,’ she says.
Why would I want to?
Kathryn is looking around the room, a wistful expression on her face. Then she suddenly seems to remember I’m there and comes to. ‘Right, well, I’ll leave you to unpack.’
When she’s left the room, I perch on the edge of the sleigh bed that’s been pushed up against two sash windows overlooking the suspension bridge and vow to keep it tidy. The duvet cover is white with pink rosebuds dotted over it, the walls are painted a soft grey and the floorboards are sanded and varnished. It’s a lot nicer than my room at the flat. I get up, smoothing the bedding where I’ve just sat, and wander into my lounge area. A wooden desk faces another large sash window, there’s a grey linen sofa with pink scatter cushions, and a lamp next to a small TV.
This window overlooks the back garden, which is vast, with a shed and a greenhouse. I can see Lewis piling rubbish into a wheelbarrow, his back bent, his breath steaming. Right at the back of the garden, poking through the trees, is an ugly wooden structure that might once have been a tree house. I imagine Kathryn playing there as a kid. I wonder if she was lonely in this big house with its huge garden, no brothers or sisters to play with. I’m an only child and I was never lonely. But then it was always just me and Mum. We were a team, a unit. Self-contained and all the happier for it.