Jules Wake - Peony Place

There was plenty of Bolognese sauce; perhaps if I washed the sauce off the mince it would be all right? But then the thought became moot because with a joyful bark, the dog pricked up his ears at the sound of another dog in the distance and ran off.

Ava was already asking what sort of biscuits I had.

‘Why don’t you have a dog, Auntie Claire?’ asked Poppy as I opened the front door, ushering the two of them in and the three of us, the habit already formed, headed towards the kitchen.

‘I…’ To be honest, I’d never thought about it before. ‘Well, I’m out at work all the time and it wouldn’t be fair to have a dog if I’m not here. They need company; they get lonely if they’re left on their own all day.’

‘Oh, yes. Mummy says you have a very important job.’ I could hear the weight of disapproval in her words. ‘And that you have lots of money.’

‘I don’t know about lots of money,’ I said with a half laugh. How did you measure riches? I certainly didn’t have to worry about paying the bills but I wouldn’t be buying a Ferrari anytime soon. ‘But I do earn enough to buy mini-Crunchies.’

‘Crunchies!’ squealed Ava. ‘My favourite.’

‘No, they’re not,’ said Poppy, her voice full of elder-sister scorn. ‘You said it was Caramel last week. You’re just a piglet.’

‘Am not.’ Ava thrust her pink face forward, quivering with indignation. With her riot of pigtail curls, round face, and shrill cry she was rather reminiscent of a sturdy piglet.

‘No one will get anything if you carry on bickering,’ I said firmly and they both cast baleful looks my way but they did stop. ‘You need to be nice to each other.’

‘I got a picture for you.’ Ava dug through her book bag spilling pieces of paper all over the floor. ‘It’s for your fridge.’ She waved a paint-splodged picture painted on the reverse of a piece of wall paper at me. ‘It’s a caterpillar. We’re doing insects. It’s a hungry caterpillar, like me. You can have it. Mummy has lots already. When is she coming home?’ Ava’s lower lip quivered for real this time.

Surreptitiously I checked my phone, hoping for a text from Alice. Still no word. What was she playing at?

‘Hey there, she’ll be home soon. On Friday. Why don’t we try to Facetime her after tea?’

Ava’s face crumpled and her eyes narrowed with suspicion.

‘Four more sleeps,’ said Poppy patting her sister on the shoulder. ‘That’s all.’

I gave her a grateful smile, realising that Ava’s concept and understanding of time had yet to develop.

‘Yes, four more sleeps. Now where shall I put this picture? I don’t have any fridge magnets.’

Ava, her attention thankfully diverted, looked around the room wrinkling her nose.

‘You need to get some more pictures. It’s not very pretty in here.’

‘Ava,’ hissed Poppy. ‘You’re being rude. Remember, Mum says sometimes you’re not supposed to tell people the truth.’

That sounded so typical of Alice. Why tell the truth when you could get away with the lie? Like telling Dad she’d used his money to pay for a gardener the other day.

Ava gave a disgruntled huff and put her pudgy, little hands on her hips in a housewifely fashion that had me hiding a smile. ‘Honestly, how am I supposed to know when to tell the truth and when to tell a lie?’

Poppy shrugged.

‘Why don’t I put it here?’ I said loudly, drawing both girls’ attention back to the picture and propping the gaudily splashed painting on the windowsill next to the lone, newly purchased basil plant.

Ava gave a regal nod of acknowledgement and Poppy shot me a brief smile, grateful to be spared further embarrassment from her sister. I poured them both a glass of juice and unearthed the mini-Crunchie bars from my secret hiding place. They looked so good I had to have one too.

While they were busy chomping their chocolate, I scooped up all the folded bits of paper, which turned out to be letters from the school about missing library books, overdue dinner money, a second request for money for a school trip to Harewood Bird Garden and a reminder about parent-teacher consultation appointments.

‘Have you got letters too, Poppy?’ I asked as the three of us sat at the kitchen table.

She nodded, shamefaced, and handed over a sheaf of more of the same. I quickly sorted them into piles of things I could do something about and things that could wait until Alice got back next week, and ones that were very overdue demands for money. I then sat and wrote a bunch of cheques while the girls drank juice and ate their Crunchies. Then I went through Ava’s book bag, which was full of rubbish and one letter dated three weeks earlier asking Alice to make an appointment to discuss Ava’s progress. I put that on the pile for Alice, making a mental note to bring it to her attention as soon as she got back.

What I needed was a to-do list. Once I’d started, everything seemed a lot clearer. I could do this.

Read with Ava

Spellings with Ava

‘Have you got any homework, Poppy?’ I asked, prompted by my list.

‘Yes, Maths.’ She pulled a face. ‘It’s hard.’

‘Do you want some help with it?’

Her eyes widened. ‘Mummy always says it’s my homework and I have to do it.’

‘Yes, but a little help will make it less hard,’ I suggested.

Her sudden beam warmed me. ‘That would be awesome, if you could.’

I added it to my list. ‘What other things do you need this week? PE kits? Library books? Anything else.’

‘PE is on Monday and Friday for me,’ said Poppy.

Predictably, Ava didn’t have a clue but luckily it was written in her planner.

I added everything to my growing list.

‘And it’s Stationery Club day on Friday, so I need fifty pence to buy a new ruler.’

‘An’ me. I need a new pencil sharpener and a pencil and a pen,’ added Ava.

By the time it was teatime, I’d put together a comprehensive list and timetable for the rest of the week. When I looked at it, I immediately felt calmer. See, I could do this. I just needed to be organised.

Over the next four days, I would work through the list and everything would run like clockwork. We would eat nutritious, homemade meals, the girls would have everything they needed for school, and I would get them there on time every morning. If I could just manage all this, I could show myself that I was getting back on track. Getting back to the smart, efficient, super-employee I once was.

Now, if only Alice would phone.

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