Sue Townsend - The Woman who Went to Bed for a Year

He pulled up outside Eva’s house and was dismayed to see that the tree she was so fond of had gone. He ran to the front door, and realised that the crowd had gone, leaving nothing but a few stains on the pavement.

Stanley and Ruby came to the front door together. Alexander could tell from Ruby’s face that there was something very wrong. The three of them went into the kitchen and Ruby recounted what had happened since Alexander had last seen Eva.

‘That tree coming down was the last straw,’ she said.

Alexander looked around the kitchen. There was a patina of grease and dust on the surfaces, upturned cups were stuck to the draining board. He declined Ruby’s offer of tea, and ran upstairs.

He saw Eva’s door and, through the slot, the darkness within. He called to her. ‘Eva! Listen, my love, I’m going to my van. I’ll be less than two minutes.’

Inside her room, Eva nodded.

Life was too difficult to travel alone.

He returned with his toolbox. He said, through the slot, ‘Don’t be scared, I’m here.’

He began to kick at the door to the sound of splintering wood. He used a crowbar to remove the remaining nailed-in pieces. When the door was fully open, he saw her on the bed hunched against the boarded-up window.

She had set herself the task of facing up to all the unhappiness and disappointments in her life.

Ruby and Stanley hovered behind him.

He asked Ruby to run a bath for Eva and find her a fresh nightgown. To Stanley he said, ‘Turn all the lights off, will you, Stan? I don’t want her to be dazzled.’

He stepped over the decaying food and splintered wood and went to Eva. He took her hand and held it tight.

Neither of them spoke.

At first Eva allowed herself a few polite tears, but within seconds she was crying open-mouthed and without restraint for all three of her children and her seventeen-year-old self.

When Ruby shouted, ‘Bath’s ready!’ Alexander scooped Eva up, carried her into the bathroom and lowered her into the warm water.

Her nightgown floated to the top.

Ruby said, ‘Let’s take it off. Put your arms up, there’s a good girl.’

Alexander said, ‘I can take over now, Ruby.’

Eva said, ‘No, let Mum.’

Eva slid down and allowed herself to dip her head under the water.

Downstairs, in the sitting room, Stanley was building a log fire.

It wasn’t a cold day, but he thought Eva would like it after being shut in for so long.

He was right.

When Alexander carried her in and put her on the sofa in front of the fire, she said, ‘It’s kindness, isn’t it? Simple kindness.’

I send my thanks to Sean, Colin, Bailey, Louise and everyone at Michael Joseph who helped me with this book.