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‘What about your friends? Could they have done it? By accident? Maybe thrown the other one away?’
‘No. They’d have said. They’re not idiots.’
She’s looking down at our younger faces through the broken glass as if this is some major deal.
‘Can I go now?’ I’m surly. All my guilt, the sex,him, bubbling out in moodiness. He tells me she’s too clingy. She should let me be free. He’s right. He understands me. She wants me to stay a little girl.
‘If it was you, tell me. I won’t be angry.’
And there it is. The pleading tone along with the pathetic facial expression that makes all the fine lines on her forehead and around her mouth crease and deepen.
‘For God’s sake!’ I explode, as if she’s accused me of stealing or something. My jaw tightens as rage surges through me. My fingers curl into claws. I feel more animal than human. ‘I’ve already told you! No! Anyway, they’re just stupid old photos, so who cares! Maybe it’s a poltergeist or something!’ I don’t wait for her response but turn and stomp back up the stairs.
‘Oh, and my exams went fine – thank you for asking!’ I send the words down to her with enough venom to make them poison arrows in the heart and leave her there, clinging to the old photo frame. Maybe that’s why I’m so angry. She misses those days. I know she does. And I do too. Life was simpler then, with no tits and no sex and no becoming something new, but I can’t help growing up – Iwantto grow up – and she needs to let me get on with it.
‘Everything okay?’ Ange asks when I close the bedroom door firmly behind me.
‘Yeah. Exam stuff. You know.’ I force a smile. It’s a lie, and I have a feeling Jodie knows it because as I pass her she flashes me a sympathetic look the others can’t see. Weird mums club. That, or they all heard me shouting.
‘Jodie was telling us how she likes old men.’ Lizzie snorts as I flop on my bed. ‘So gross.’
‘I saidolder, not old.’
‘I don’t think it’s gross.’ I try to sound nonchalant. ‘A lot of older guys are hot.’
‘I don’t think she means like thirty.’
‘Neither do I. Brad Pitt’s still hot and he’s fifty or something.’
‘I don’t care what you say,’ Jodie lets their mocking disgust wash over her. ‘It’s true. Older men have something.’
‘Experience,’ Lizzie says and giggles. ‘And cash.’
‘Your dad’s pretty hot, Lizzie.’ Jodie leans forward, enjoying the conversation. ‘How old is he? Forty-four? Forty-five?’
‘God, you’re disgusting!’ Lizzie shrieks.
‘He’s in shape though.’ Jodie wiggles an eyebrow. ‘I bet he looks good naked!’
Lizzie looks so appalled we all lose it and soon we’re trying to outgross each other with how Jodie could fuck Lizzie’s dad until our sides ache with the kind of laughter that makes your eyes water and your breath catch. We’re laughing so hard I forget to text Courtney back and I don’t care. I don’t need anyone but these girls.MyBitches. The Fabulous Four.
13
LISA
This has not been my day.
The thought is so comical I let out a snort of a hysterical giggle. It’s the kind of thing the old me would say. Before all this. Before Daniel. Back when I was funny. The laugh turns to a choked sob and although it’s still hot, I pull my duvet up to my chin like a child scared in the night.
You and me together, stealing into the night.
Is that a deal, is that a deal? We can make it all right.
Round and round in my head all day.
There was no respite at work either. Marilyn was off sick with one of her migraines and didn’t text back when I checked on her, which left me with more unease – something’s going on with her she’s not telling me about – and then Julia had gone out this afternoon for a first client meeting and come back smug and flushed and with cakes for everyone. It made me think of the money again and I missed Marilyn.
I had a meeting with Simon to finalise some job specifications, and found myself saying yes to having dinner with him when Ava’s exams are over, because I was too weak – too weak at the knees – to say no. It was easier to say yes. Less confrontational. That’s what I told myself. It waseasier. It’s not true though. I said yes because I wanted to. Because I’m lonely. Because he makes me throb in ways I thought were lost to memory. Because being near him is like peeling back layers of delicate crepe paper wrapped around a treasure you’ve packed away somewhere to keep safe and forgotten about.