Jill Mansell - Chapter 1

‘Thanks,’ Dougie cut into her happy fantasy, ‘but I can’t.’

Oh. Unable to hide her disappointment, Lola blurted out, ‘But I’ve made chocolate pudding with real custard!’

He smiled, just slightly, and shook his head. ‘Sorry. I’m seeing Isabel tonight.’

Bring her up here, thought Lola, we can drown her in homemade custard. God knows, we’ve got enough of the stuff.

‘Shall I get that for you?’ Seeing that Lola’s hands were wet, Sally picked up the ringing phone.

‘Hi ... no, this is Sally .. . oh hello, you! Yes thanks, the baby’s fine!’ Beaming, she said,

‘Where are you, still in New York? Oh, right. No, she’s busy cooking, we’re having a dinner party this evening ... hey, why don’t you come over? Don’t be daft, of course you can — Lola’s just invited my brother but he’s busy.’ Covering the receiver Sally whispered, ‘That’s all right, isn’t it?’

What else could Lola say? ‘Fine by me.’

Sally hung up a couple of minutes later. ‘There, all sorted, EJ’s on his way.’

‘Great.’ Lola forced a smile because she’d have preferred Dougie.

‘And I’m off? Doug took out his car keys and headed for the door. ‘Have a good time.’

‘Damn,’ exclaimed Sally, rummaging through the blue holdall. ‘Did you see him do it?’

Lola was busy frying shallots in butter. ‘Do what?’

‘There was a small dark green photo album in here five minutes ago. And now it’s disappeared.

Bloody hell, my rotten sneaky Artful Dodger of a brother has only gone and sodding well half-inched it.’

By ten o’clock everyone had eaten as much as they physically could and there had been no culinary disasters. On the surface it seemed like a successful dinner party, buzzy and fun, but as far as Lola was concerned it wasn’t going according to plan. Nor could she help wondering what EJ was making of it. Gabe, despite being as charming as ever, was definitely distracted and quieter than usual. He’d been checking his watch all evening, as jumpy as a cat. Sally wasn’t behaving normally either; possibly in an attempt to make up for Gabe’s air of distraction she was talking and laughing with that bit more enthusiasm than usual, gesturing vivaciously with her hands as she chatted away, laughing more loudly than usual and generally behaving like an overexcited teenager in the grip of a girlie crush.

Which was slightly weird, seeing as there wasn’t anyone here for her to have a crush on.

Mystified, Lola reached for the jug and poured herself another glug of custard. Unless Sally secretly fancied EJ ... crikey, could that be it? Was that possible? When he was wearing those trousers?

Damn, why couldn’t Doug be here now? That would help take her mind off the realisation that, across the table, her wonderful plan to get her parents back together wasn’t going according to ...

er, plan.

It was deeply frustrating, trying to keep an eye on them and listen to what they were saying, but doing it subtly so they didn’t notice.

And now they weren’t even chatting to each other; her mother was talking to EJ and Gabe, while Nick and Sally were trading holiday stories. Honestly, it was as if neither of her parents was even trying.

Chapter 33

’Do you know what might be helpful?’ said Blythe when Lola tackled her in the kitchen. ‘If you could just stop watching us all the time.’

‘But I can’t help it! 1 want to watch you!’

‘Well, it makes us feel like two giant pandas in a zoo, with everyone waiting for us to mate.’

‘Mum! Eeuuw!’

Blythe smiled faintly. ‘See? That’s how I feel too.’

‘About Nick? But he’s my father.You were in love with him,’ Lola protested. For heaven’s sake, they’d mated at least once. ‘Twenty-eight years ago,’ Blythe reminded her.

‘And now he’s here again!’ Lola couldn’t understand how her mother could be this uninterested in Nick. For herself, finding Dougie again had brought all the old feelings rushing back stronger than ever.Yet for Blythe it simply wasn’t happening, which was frustrating beyond belief.

‘Look, if your father and I had gone ahead and got married back then, we’d have been divorced by the time you were three. I know that now’ Blythe went on as Lola opened her mouth to protest. ‘I’m old enough to know it for a fact. Look at yourfather and look at me.’ She gestured at herself, at her wild red hair and pink glittery blouse, the crinkled leaf-green skirt that so strongly resembled a lettuce. Then, flipping a hand towards the living room, she said dismissively, ‘And there’s him in his trendy clothes, with his hair cut by Gordon Ramsay.’

Startled, Lola said, ‘What?’

‘Oh, you know who I mean.’ Her mother’s tone was scornful. ‘Some celebrity hairdresser chap off the telly.You see, that’s the difference between us, love. Nick went in one direction, I went in the other. Neither of us are the same people we were back then. And now he’s turned into the kind of person who thinks it’s normal to spend a hundred pounds on a haircut. I mean, can you imagine? Talk about a fool and his money soon being parted!’

For heaven’s sake, would you listen to her? ‘Mum, you can’t say that.’

‘I can say anything I like, love.’

‘About me?’ Nick appeared in the doorway, causing Lola to clatter coffee cups into their saucers.

‘About your hair,’ Blythe said cheerfully.

‘Sorry,’ said Lola. ‘My mother’s turning into a bit of a delinquent.’

Nick shrugged. ‘That’s OK, Blythe’s entitled to her opinion about my hair, just as I’m allowed to have an opinion about her skirt. Would you like me to carry that coffee through?’

‘Thanks.’ Lola passed him the tray.

‘Maybe I wore this skirt because I knew it would annoy you.’ Blythe beamed.

Lola said, ‘And maybe you’re about to get a pot of coffee tipped over your head. Could you please be nice to each other or should I put you at opposite ends of the table?’

‘Hey, we’re fine.’ Nick’s tone was reassuring. ‘Just having fun.’

‘Of course we are.’ Giving Lola a conciliatory hug, Blythe said, ‘Don’t take any notice of us.

Dinner was gorgeous, by the way. And I do like EJ, very much.’

Lola wondered if Sally did too.

‘He’s a good chap.’ Nodding in agreement, Nick said, ‘Is he wearing those trousers for a bet?’

Back in the living room, Lola poured out the coffee. Gabe drained his in one scalding gulp and jumped to his feet. ‘Right, I’m off to work.’ A

‘Now?’ Lola said. ‘But it’s nearly midnight.’

‘Colin wants me to get some shots outside Bouji’s. It’s somebody’s birthday there tonight.’

Sally the Queen of OK! magazine said eagerly, ‘Ooh, whose?’

‘Um ... can’t remember.’ Combing his hair with his fingers and shrugging on his battered suede jacket, Gabe said his goodbyes, gave Lola a thank-you kiss on the cheek and headed for the door.

‘Um ... Gabe?’

He turned, eyebrows registering impatience. ‘Yes?’

Lola cleared her throat. ‘Aren’t you forgetting something?’

‘What?’ He looked blank.

She pointed to the coffee table behind him. ‘Might help if you took your camera.’

‘OK,’ said Lola an hour later when it was only the two of them left. ‘On a scale of one to ten, and I know he’s an older man so it isn’t easy, but how attractive would you say my father is?’

Ten! No, twelve! No, six hundred and ninety-eight! Whoops, better not say that. Mentally reminding herself that she was several glasses of wine beyond sober, Sally gave the matter serious consideration and said carefully, ‘Well, he does have his own hair and teeth, so I would say ... sevenish. And nice clothes .. . OK, maybe seven and a half.’