‘Yep. Apparently I’m surplus to requirements,’ she said, shrugging.
‘Oh my god.’
‘Yep. My thoughts exactly.’
‘Well, don’t panic,’ he said, gripping her hand more tightly than was comfortable.
‘Actually, I’m not panicking… I wanted to…’
‘We’ll be OK,’ he continued, not making eye contact. ‘My salary will cover the mortgage and most of the bills, and we’ve got a bit saved, and there’s your inheritance – only in an absolute emergency, obviously.’
‘Yes, but, Ben, don’t you see, this could be our chance!’ she said, turning to him, fizzing with excitement. ‘We could use the money to do something. I thought, you know, we’re moving to France next year anyway, why not just do it now! There’s nothing stopping us.’
He looked at her and she saw his eyes widen – not with excitement but something else, something unreadable. He reached up and pushed the wayward strand of fringe away from his forehead. ‘Oh, I don’t know,’ he said. ‘I mean, we were going to get the place spruced up weren’t we, before we sold? The bathroom needs doing and…’
‘I don’t care about changing the bloody cistern… This would be changing our lives, Ben!’
He took her hand. ‘I just want to wait till the time is right.’
‘But can’t you see? The time is right.’
‘What about Ty?’
She nodded, feeling a familiar flash of guilt. ‘I’ve thought about him a lot, of course I have,’ she said. ‘But honestly, it’s not like we’ll be that far away. We can even keep the house here for a bit – I’ll have the redundancy money; a bit of Mum’s… the inheritance. We could…’
Something in his expression made her stop.
‘It’s just…’ he said.
She looked at him, sitting in his crumpled T-shirt, hair in disarray. Worn out from a week of work and too many pints at the pub. Imagined him instead in France, sipping coffee on a terrace – no real ‘boss’ to answer to. Imagined the kind of life they could have together, rather than the existence they had now.
But his face was sombre and thoughtful rather than excited.
‘I’m not saying no,’ he said, carefully. ‘It just feels… well, too soon.’
‘Too soon?’ She felt her eyes fill with tears. ‘But we agreed… we waited for Ty’s GCSEs, then A levels… For your work to pick up. All those things. Now we’re meant to be waiting for Ty to get through his first year at uni. But I’ve realised, there’s always going to be something, isn’t there? Even next year there’ll probably be something.’
‘Well, if there is… we’ll wait. There’s no point rushing…’
‘Are you serious?’ she asked, her stomach flipping over as if she’d just eaten another bowl of snails.
‘What?’
‘Well…’ she said, carefully, ‘you promised. We decided, didn’t we, that we’d definitely do it next year.’
‘I wouldn’t say promised… I suppose I promised to think about it… But if things aren’t right…’
‘Oh my god.’
But his expression was firm.
‘Probably better to talk about it in the morning when you’re not… so emotional,’ he said, standing up and reaching for her hand.
‘Emotional?’
‘Yes, I mean it’s very… I can understand it. But you’re thinking with your heart, Lily. Not your head. It’s just too soon.’
Say it! her mind urged. Either come with me, or I’m going on my own! Or, if you loved me, you’d come. Something! ‘Oh,’ she said instead, looking at her hands and feeling a tear touch her cheek.
‘Well, look. How about this,’ she added, almost desperately. ‘Take a month off work…’
‘A month?’
‘Yes, just listen,’ she said, putting a hand on his leg. ‘Come to France with me. We’ll rent a house in a great location and try it out. It’ll be a holiday at worst; at best maybe the start of something really exciting!’
He was silent.
‘Can I think about it? A month is a long time… maybe… we could do something, shorter? Maybe a hotel? Or…’
She felt something inside her sink.
‘OK,’ she said. It was clearly pointless arguing with him. She felt some of the tears she’d held back start to sting her eyes, but blinked them away.