‘He really did.’ Ruby beamed with a pride that was heartening.
‘And you’re heading back to Thornbury and Miguel this afternoon?’ Bella pulled a sad face.
‘I am; need to find a way to hide my eyes that I’ve cried into little puffy slits and my sore nose that won’t stop running. I look a right state.’
‘Didn’t your mother ever tell you it is what’s inside that counts?’
‘Oh, Bells! Says the girl who won’t go out to the doorstep to collect the milk if she hasn’t got her push-up bra in place,’ Ruby tutted.
‘I wasn’t talking about what my mother told me, I was talking about what her mother told her!’ Her friend gave the thin defence.
‘Do you really believe that, Bells? That the outside wrapping doesn’t matter?’ Ruby snorted her laughter. ‘Cos you sure used to spend a lot of time making sure you were nicely wrapped!’
‘Truthfully?’ Bella seemed to consider this. ‘I think men want the whole package. They want you to be funny, smart and sexy.’
‘What about what we want?’ Merrin asked a little sheepishly.
‘The same, I think, and why not?’ Bella stood her ground.
‘Agree.’ Ruby looked up to the bedroom window where her husband slept. ‘I guess I got lucky with my Jarv.’
She and Bella looked from one to another, as if not quite seeing the same level of appeal, but knowing what voicing it would mean, even in jest.
‘You sure did.’ Merrin snuggled up to her sister.
‘I can’t see myself dating any time soon.’ Bella checked on Glynn. ‘It’s not the dating that bothers me as much as the idea of stripping off in front of a stranger . . .’ She exhaled. ‘Sure, I can glam up the outside, but I caught sight of myself in the mirror yesterday and I’ve got this bulge of tummy that now hangs over my knickers and stretch marks that have destroyed my once immaculate boobs. Honestly, my chest looks like a map of the Nile Delta. I can’t imagine any man finding me remotely attractive. I think I might have to face the fact that the Flying Dutchman might actually be the last man to see me naked and dancing in the candlelight.’
Merrin and Ruby stared at her, and then at each other. Merrin wondered if her sister, like her, was thinking she’d never had the confidence to dance naked in the candlelight, stretch marks or not.
‘And there’s no chance of anything happening with him?’ Ruby asked gently. ‘I know you really liked him. We all did, but I can’t say I’m so keen now after how he’s treated you, just running off like that.’
‘I did. I do.’ Bella smiled warmly at her baby boy. ‘And in his defence—’
‘There is no defence!’ Ruby asserted.
‘In his defence,’ Bella carried on regardless, ‘it was not meant to be any more than a fling and, as I told Merry, he didn’t know about the baby until he was back at sea on the other side of the world. But that ship has definitely, metaphorically and physically, sailed. I hear from him, he sends money for Glynn and we get the odd text and call, but . . .’ She shook her head.
‘You could always find a man with failing sight, or better still, one that lives in a dark cave and only wears gloves. That way he won’t be able to feel your saggy skin or see it.’
‘You are not making me feel any better, Rubes,’ Bella tutted.
‘Oh, you should have said!’ Ruby laughed. ‘If it’s reassurance you’re after, then, Bells, you absolute goddess, you have the body of a supermodel and skin like peaches! In fact, scrap that, I don’t want you to think I am referring to your top-lip fuzz.’ She touched her finger to her own top lip.
‘Top-lip fuzz?’ Bella squealed, running her finger around her mouth. ‘Do I have top-lip fuzz? Did you know about the top-lip thing?’ she asked Merrin directly, who shook her head, but looked away.
‘For the love of God! Well, that’s that then: dark-cave-dwelling, glove-wearing man it is . . . And you can laugh, Ruby Mae, but in a few short months you too will be pushing a small human from your tuppence and then we’ll see who’s laughing!’
‘I hate you,’ Ruby spat.
‘I know, but you are stuck with me.’ Bella grinned. ‘You both are.’
‘Digby Mortimer turned up at Milbury Court. On the night Dad died.’ Merrin let this drop like it was incidental.
‘You’re actually kidding me right now?’ Ruby stared at her.
‘I’m not.’
‘When?’ her sister practically yelled, ‘Jesus! You didn’t think that was worth sharing?’
‘Believe it or not, I’ve had one or two things on my mind,’ Merrin shot back.
‘What did he want, pitching up after all this time? The prick,’ Ruby added for good measure.
‘He didn’t want anything! He didn’t know I was working there.’ She pictured his lovely wife, smiling and chatting, and then his ashen face when he’d walked in . . .
‘And actually, I think it did you good, don’t you, Merry? It sounds like you laid some old ghosts to rest,’ Bella added.
‘Oh, and of course you knew about this?’ Ruby snapped, but with humour and not spite; it felt good to be able to speak this freely.
‘She answered the phone from the cupboard!’ Bella yelled in her own defence, pointing at Merrin as if whatever was amiss were her fault. They laughed and Merry realised this was just like old times, the three of them chatting the morning away without the shadow of bitterness from one of her and Ruby’s squabbles falling over them. It felt like progress, it felt like love, it felt like home. And if she closed her eyes, she could kid herself that her dad was inside, upstairs with her mum, and that Digby Mortimer hadn’t nearly succeeded in throwing her so wildly off course. This was the truth: he had not succeeded, because here she was, a little adrift and in mourning, but undoubtedly stronger than she had been. Like a house rebuilt after a flood or a tornado – rebuilt stronger than before, able to withstand whatever life threw at her because she had come through the storm.
‘A home.’ She looked out over the boat shed.
‘What did you say?’ Bella cocked her ear to better hear.
‘My home. The Old Boat Shed. It’s mine.’ She beamed, as a plan took shape in her mind.
Miguel met her from the train station, placed her small suitcase on the back seat and drove her out to Thornbury.
‘I’m so glad you’re back.’ He kept glancing at her as he navigated the lanes, as if almost unable to believe she had returned, but also something else – possibly a sixth sense that she carried news he might not want to hear. ‘I had a word with Lionel and you’ve got today and tomorrow to get yourself together and aren’t on the rota until Friday.’
‘Thank you.’ She meant it, as ever, truly grateful for his thoughtfulness.
‘I thought this afternoon you could just nap and I’ll bring you a nice supper and you can settle back in.’
She nodded, not able to deny that a nap sounded tempting, but knowing there were more pressing things to attend to. The castle looked a little gloomy in the winter light and was without a peacock in sight as she kicked off her shoes and lay on the bed. Her heart suddenly filled with longing for her dad. Her grief did this: hit her like a wave that could knock her off her feet with only the smallest of provocations.