Please never stop writing your column. You are part of my weekend breakfast routine: wholegrain toast with four slivers of Hass avocado, two slices of triple-smoked ham and one free-range poached egg (size 55). Breakfast is on my polka-dot Ikea tray, with a serviette on the left and you on the right, beside the orange juice. It takes me exactly the same amount of time to eat as it does to read the column, so you can see my concern.
The conversation since I arrived home from the hospital had been dominated by questions about my wild brake-less ride, disbelief about the resultant damage, and rather cloying concern about my well-being. Several of the girls had already posted photos to Facebook, dividing their attention between me and updating the situation via their mobiles. In my absence, Yen had taken over the preparation of the meal and was now washing dishes with the assistance of Lucy, who was being rather suspiciously helpful.
Scarlet and Ruby had arrived at the hospital while I was in emergency, being fitted with a thickly padded collar that velcroed in the back and limited my neck movement from its standard one hundred and eighty degrees to an inefficient twenty. It also fluffed my already rather fluffy hair out so that I looked like a Peanuts cartoon character. Apart from mild whiplash, I had also suffered some compression of the chest from the seatbelt and suspected that I would soon have a ribbon of bruises as evidence. The police and ambulance had arrived within minutes of each other, courtesy of Jill Hansen who ran down our road, catalogues in hand, and was first on the scene. I had still been sitting in the driver’s seat, staring straight ahead.
The car was no longer parked in the backyard, having been towed away by the police while I was in hospital. Discovering this had come as something of a surprise, and gave me an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. However, given the miasma of dull pain that enveloped my entire body, it was relatively easy to ignore for now. Just like the logistics of going forward: getting to work tomorrow, contacting insurance companies, having the fence fixed, relocating any surviving contents of the shed, explaining the damage to Darcy. The medication I’d been given worked well in this regard; thickening life just a little and removing the sharp edges.
Petra arrived late, necessitating another round of explanations and wonderment. Since then she had fallen rather quiet, for her, and was now sitting by the latest doll’s house, idly examining the furniture and casting me the occasional surreptitious glance. In fact, the only family member who seemed wholly unperturbed by the events of the afternoon was Gusto. He was lapping up the extra attention. Some leftover Christmas turkey had been excavated from the rear of the freezer and given to him as a special dinner, resulting in intermittent flatulence. Otherwise he appeared to have suffered no ill effects from our ride, which seemed unfair given I’d been the one wearing a seatbelt.
‘What did you have for dinner?’ I asked, staring at Red because she was sitting directly across from my armchair and I couldn’t move my head.
‘Oh, Grandma made these delicious chicken things, wrapped in filo pastry. Absolutely yum! And she did it just out of stuff you had in the fridge!’
‘Really. How inventive of her.’
‘It was nothing,’ said Yen. ‘Just a Nigella Lawson recipe I picked up. Are you hungry, Nell? Do you want some?’
‘No, that’s fine. I ate at the hospital. Some little blue tablets that went down a treat.’
‘So why’d the police take the car?’ asked Lucy, coming over to sit on my armrest. ‘If it was just brake failure, why are they even involved?’
‘Good question,’ said Pet.
‘Precautionary measures,’ replied Scarlet in the authoritative tone she always used when she wasn’t quite sure. ‘And to be honest, I think we need a subject change. Mum needs to get her car checked more often, that’s all. Plus she should buy a lottery ticket while her luck’s running hot.’ She slapped her hands together, as if that was the end of the matter. ‘So how about we get this big meeting started?’
I closed my eyes briefly. There was nothing I felt like less right now; having to deliver the news about the house and then putting up with the questions, providing the answers. I could plead frailty, but it would only be postponing the inevitable. With their father arriving in a matter of days, I wanted them to be forewarned about the house at least. I rose slowly, trying to avoid the helping hand Lucy thrust towards me.
‘Are we having the meeting at the table?’ asked Quinn. ‘Like we used to?’
Lucy was now hovering around me as I made my way across the room. ‘Are you okay for that, Mum? Will you be all right?’
‘I’ve got her,’ said Ruby, pulling out a chair and then guiding me into position.
‘God, I’m fine! Stop fussing. Except someone grab me my tablets.’
Yen put a cup of tea beside me and a platter of crackers, dip and carrot sticks in the centre of the table. Then she made herself comfortable at the other end. ‘How many of those tablets have you had, Nell?’
‘Not enough.’
‘Well, don’t blame me if you make yourself ill. So what’s this meeting about, anyway? Come on, girls, sort yourselves out.’
After some argument about who always sat where and who no longer lived here, they did exactly that, dividing much as they always had. Quinn, Lucy and Red to my left, Scarlett and Ruby to my right. Lucy hoisted Gusto onto her lap, so that his wiry white head was at table height and he could gaze intently at the platter. Only after everybody was settled did Petra come over, sliding into the spare chair beside Ruby.
‘Where’s your hat? Might have helped distract attention from the yoke.’
‘Unfortunately it just made me look like a Tupperware container.’
‘Another yoke!’ Red slapped her thigh. ‘Mum made a yoke! Get it? Yoke? Like Auntie –’
‘I call this meeting to order!’ announced Quinn, suddenly producing the hammer-shaped meat tenderiser and a mouse pad. She rapped the former on the latter and beamed.
‘How come she gets to do that?’ demanded Ruby.
‘I never get a turn.’ Red looked at me accusingly. ‘Everyone’s had a turn but me.’
‘I’m sure that’s not true –’
‘Yes it is! And she even did it last night!’
I frowned. ‘Last night? We didn’t have a meeting last night.’
‘But we did,’ cut in Scarlet smoothly, but not before sending Red a fierce look. ‘Just a sister thing, to talk about what we’ve been up to, new developments. That sort of thing.’
Ruby made an odd noise, which she immediately turned into a cough.
‘What’s going on?’ I asked, moving my body stiffly so that I could look from one to the next and then letting my gaze linger on Lucy, who was always the weak link when it came to secrecy. On this occasion she stared at me guilelessly, her blue eyes huge.
‘Just a couple of bits and pieces,’ said Scarlet. ‘Which we’ll get to after you give us your news. That is, I’m assuming there is news?’
‘You’re getting married!’ Red clapped her hands. ‘No! You’re pregnant!’
‘Both are ridiculous,’ snapped Ruby.
‘Actually, both are unlikely,’ said Yen. ‘But not ridiculous. Eleanor of Aquitaine, your mother’s namesake, had a baby at forty-five. Mind you, the child did turn out to be a proper arsehole. Murdered his nephew, imprisoned his niece. Used to have temper tantrums where he’d fling himself on the ground and gnaw his own fingers.’
‘Gross!’
‘That seems a little counterproductive,’ commented Petra, examining her manicure. The leopard print had been replaced by honey gloss. She glanced across at me with a smirk. ‘But perhaps you’d best use birth control for the sake of the family.’
I held up my own hand to preclude any further conversation regarding either my fertility or marital status. ‘I think we should move on to something with a little more relevance. Now, as you all know, it’s been about a year since your father and I separated.’
‘You want to celebrate the anniversary?’ asked Red disbelievingly.
‘Of course she doesn’t,’ snapped Scarlet. ‘That would be ridiculous.’
‘As I was saying, it’s been about a year since your father and I separated, actually it's been over a year. Almost fifteen months in fact. In about a week. Anyway, that’s not important. What it means is that decisions have to be made. For us both to move forward.’ I slipped a finger under my collar to loosen it slightly, just so that I could look around the table without feeling like a badly lubricated robot. My girls stared at me expectantly. One blonde, one redhead and three brunettes – a really nice-looking set. Darcy and I must have been a good genetic match, at least. ‘Like getting divorced.’
‘Ah.’ Scarlett nodded as she exchanged glances with Ruby. ‘That’s what we thought.’
‘And selling the house.’
‘No!’ cried Lucy, a sentiment immediately echoed by at least two of her sisters. She relaxed her hold on Gusto and his head shot forward to snare a cracker.
‘Excellent!’ said Quinn. ‘Can we shift closer to school? Like, I’m so sick of the bus.’
‘But … no.’ Ruby stared around the room. ‘This is where we grew up. This is our home.’
‘Makes sense.’ Yen nodded. ‘No point keeping your equity tied up in a house that’s far too big. Get something smaller, release some funds. Invest them.’
‘It’s not so much the size of the house,’ I continued. ‘Although that’s a factor. It’s more to do with needing to separate our joint assets.’
‘This is all about him, isn’t it?’ Scarlet was staring at me. ‘He has asked you to do this. So that he can move on. With her.’
‘He may have started the conversation, however he has a point. I admit at first I felt a bit angry, but the more I think about it, the more I feel it’s an opportunity rather than a …’ I paused, having been about to say betrayal but thinking better of it. ‘I mean, I do have the option of buying him out but … well, that would mean a significant mortgage. Even if the bank approved me for that amount, which is unlikely. Besides, the house really is too big, even with Quinn here, and in a few years she’ll be at university. And being surrounded by memories is sometimes a bad thing as well as good. They can trap you.’
There was silence as everybody absorbed both the information and my response. I felt a little embarrassed, exposed. I took a sip of tea just to have something to do.
Lucy was the first to speak. ‘Maybe you running into the shed was a sign.’
‘A sign that she should watch where she’s going,’ said my mother.
‘Could we move into Grandma’s street?’ asked Quinn. ‘Like, into one of the houses that are being renovated? How cool would that be?’
I blinked as an image of life next door to my mother flashed across my cerebral cortex, like a near-death experience. I suspected that Quinn’s suggestion was motivated less by a sense of family and more by the scab-picking Griffo living in the next street. ‘No. And I still haven’t made up my mind about what I want to do. I just wanted to let you all know, give you a heads-up.’
‘Are you going to tell them why?’ asked Petra, examining her nails again so that she wouldn’t have to make eye contact. ‘Why darling Darcy picked this moment?’
Five heads turned as one from Petra to me.
‘No, I’m not,’ I replied, swallowing my annoyance. ‘I would have preferred you mind your own business too. Darcy will tell them himself.’
‘What’s going on?’ asked Red suspiciously.
‘Oh my god! He’s going to get married!’
‘She’s dying!’
‘She’s pregnant!’
Something in my face must have reacted to this last statement, because another silence fell while everybody, including my mother this time, stared at me. She spoke first.
‘Serves him right.’
‘No way, she’s too old,’ breathed Lucy. ‘Isn’t she?’
‘She’s younger than that Eleanor Aquitaine,’ said Scarlet, without taking her eyes off me. ‘Is this true, Mum? Is she pregnant? Is Dad going to have another baby?’
‘I’m not going to answer that, because it’s none of my business.’ I glared at Petra and then turned away to look at the girls. ‘He’ll be down here in a few days and you can talk to him then. But I’m not continuing this conversation now. It’s got nothing to do with me.’
‘Apart from the fact you’re still married to him,’ said Petra, finally meeting my gaze. ‘And you’re the mother of his children, thus far. And he’s the one who instigated the decision about the house. I’d say that gives you a slight investment, don’t you think?’
‘I am so angry with you.’ I tried to keep my voice even. ‘You have no idea.’
‘Oh, I think I do. But I’m tired of you … never mind.’
‘My god,’ said Scarlet. She stared across the table at Lucy. ‘Oh my god.’
‘Now I’m moving on,’ I said, well aware of the loaded meaning. ‘I’ll let you know when I decide what’s happening with the house and if you want to discuss your father, call another meeting among yourselves. Speaking of which, what were your bits and pieces?’
Scarlet dragged her eyes away from her sister and blinked at me. ‘What? Oh, of course. Um, I’m engaged.’
‘You’re what?’
‘I’m engaged. But don’t worry, we’ve got no plans to get married for years. If ever. It’s more a commitment thing, because … well, I’m pregnant.’
I stared, gobsmacked. After a few minutes she flushed but didn’t elaborate. My collar was choking me. I dragged it forward as I gazed around the table, from one expectant face to the other. They already knew, even Quinn. I returned to Scarlet. ‘When? I mean, who?’
‘Congratulations,’ said Petra warmly. ‘Are you pleased?’
‘Very much, thanks. It was a bit of a shock at first, but now, well I’m thrilled. And, Mum, I’m ten weeks. You know, you could say congratulations as well.’
‘And you could let me have a few minutes for it to sink in. I didn’t even know you were going out with anyone and now I find out that not only are you engaged, but you’re going to have a baby! Oh god, I’m going to be a grandmother.’
‘Well, I’m going to be a great-grandmother,’ commented Yen.
‘It’s not a competition.’
‘Just as well.’
I ignored her. ‘Scar, I’m pleased if you’re pleased. Oh, that didn’t come out right. I mean, I really am pleased. Congratulations. But this guy … your fiancé, why haven’t I met him?’
‘Um, you have.’
‘I have? So he’s from around here?’
Scarlet exchanged glances with Lucy again. ‘Yes. It’s Matt. Matt Carstairs.’
‘But he’s Lucy’s boyfriend!’ I turned stiffly towards Lucy. ‘He’s your boyfriend!’
‘Not really.’ She looked embarrassed. ‘That is, we broke up in February.’
‘Hang on. That’s six months ago! But I introduced him as your boyfriend the other day at the community centre and he didn’t say anything!’
‘No, you introduced him as your daughter’s boyfriend,’ corrected Scarlet. ‘Which he is. For the record, he was terribly embarrassed.’
‘He felt it wasn’t really the appropriate time to explain,’ added Ruby. ‘What with Mr Emerson being dead and all.’
‘Yes, but I haven’t spent the entire last six months hovering over dead bodies! There were many moments when I was quite approachable!’
‘Who broke up with who?’ asked Petra.
‘Mutual,’ replied Lucy quickly. ‘He’s a lovely guy, but he’s just not … me.’
I snorted. ‘So your sister decided to try him on for size?’ I registered the double meaning as soon as the words left my mouth, but it was too late to haul them back.
‘Mum, that was totally uncalled for,’ said Scarlet. ‘Frankly I’m shocked.’
‘As shocked as me?’ I snapped, attack being the best form of defence.
‘Scar, please tell me you’re going to keep your own surname,’ said Petra. ‘Because Scarlet Carstairs sounds like an automotive accessory.’
‘Actually, I think it's more like a murder suspect,’ said Quinn, pointing her finger at her eldest sister with a flourish. ‘Like I accuse Scarlet Carstairs in the library with the...’
Red was shaking her head. ‘No, a porn star. Or a dominatrix. Madam Scarlet Carstairs, for all your disciplinary needs.’
‘Thank-you for that,’ said Yen, pushing herself away from the table and rising. ‘However let us put aside the proliferation of Scarlet’s available business opportunities. I think the situation calls for champagne. Nell, do you have any on hand?’
‘I think there’s a bottle in the fridge,’ I replied distractedly. I slipped another blue tablet from its foil and swallowed it with the remainder of my tea. ‘Okay, can someone just explain to me how he was going out with Lucy one minute and engaged to Scarlet the next? And having a baby? Lucy, why did you never tell me you broke up?’
‘I didn’t know either till yesterday,’ said Red. ‘If that makes you feel any better. But then nobody tells me anything. I’m a mushroom.’
‘You never asked,’ said Lucy simply, ignoring her sister. ‘And … well, I thought you liked how I was going out with someone sort of steady, not like my usual boyfriends. And I didn’t want to disappoint you. Again.’
Ruby laughed flatly. ‘Join the club.’
I opened my mouth and then closed it, because the statements contained a jagged kernel of truth. But sometimes honesty is not the best policy. I looked around the table, trying, as far as my limited movement allowed, not to single anyone out. ‘I’m never disappointed in you, any of you. I’m often concerned, particularly when I think you’ve made a mistake.’ I made sure I wasn’t looking at either Ruby or Lucy but then realised I was staring straight at Scarlet, who returned my gaze narrowly. I twisted towards Quinn. ‘But I’m never disappointed. I’m too proud of you all for that.’
Ruby snorted. ‘Yeah, so proud you can’t even make eye contact with me.’
‘Somebody give me a hand,’ called Yen from the kitchen. Petra got up to oblige and moments later champagne glasses were placed before everyone at the table. I stared at mine, which contained orange juice.
‘To Scarlet!’ said Petra, raising her glass. ‘And Matt! And Baby Carstairs-Blake-Forrest!’
We all toasted the happy couple, Gusto taking advantage of the moment to lunge across the table and grab another cracker. Lucy wrestled him back and passed him over to Quinn. Halfway across he farted.
‘Eww!’
‘But you still haven’t told me how it happened,’ I said to Scarlet. I was pleased to hear my voice emerge with an inquiring tone, rather than an accusatory one. ‘Matthew, I mean.’
She put her orange juice down. ‘It just sort of did. I mean, they were only going out for a month or so, it’s not as if they were married. Then a few weeks later I ran into Matt at a function and we just started talking. We do have a lot in common, you know. Not just the police force, but other stuff as well.’
Like your sister, I thought but didn’t say. The extra tablet seemed to have kick-started the earlier ones and together they were creating quicksand.
‘The baby was an accident, granted, but we were heading down that path anyway,’ continued Scarlet. ‘I would have brought him round here sooner or later. He’s a keeper.’
‘Well, congratulations again,’ said Petra. ‘A baby. How wonderful.’
Yen nodded. She turned to Lucy. ‘So when is yours due?’
I whipped my head around, despite the collar, and pain immediately throbbed thickly into the base of my skull. The quicksand surged, enveloped it, turned to sludge.
‘How did you know?’ whispered Lucy.
‘You’re pregnant?’ Petra leant forward, as if concentration would make her niece think twice, undo what was done. ‘How? Who? Oh god, please don’t tell me it’s him as well!’
‘As if,’ said Scarlet, a statement which made little sense.
‘No, not Matt.’ Lucy played with her champagne glass, and then pushed it aside. ‘It happened afterwards. An old boyfriend from Melbourne. A mistake. But I’ve thought it all through.’ She finally met my eyes as she continued rapidly, even enthusiastically. ‘I’ve decided to go through with the pregnancy, have the baby adopted. There are so many amazing couples who can’t have children, I’ll be giving them such a gift.’
‘Lucy, love,’ said Yen softly, putting a hand out and laying it over her granddaughter’s. Creased folds of skin juxtaposed against perfection. ‘Do you realise how hard that will be? Giving up your own baby? Especially when your sister is expecting at the same time, and she’ll be keeping hers? It’s a noble gesture, but …’
‘I know it’ll be hard, but that’s … well, that’s like my punishment. I’ve given it a lot of thought, I want to do this.’
‘Is there anybody not pregnant?’ I asked, because it seemed like a reasonable question.
Quinn screwed up her face, and then nodded sadly. ‘Sorry. It was just once and I couldn’t help it.’
‘What?’
‘Just joking. See you feel better now, don’t you?’
‘Idiot,’ said Petra to her youngest niece. She turned to the other two. ‘When are you due? Both at the same time?’
Lucy shook her head. ‘I’m due on the tenth of Feb.’
‘And I’m on the twentieth.’
‘Oh, happy birthday to me!’ I said, pretending to blow a party whistle. ‘Woo hoo!’
Yen raised an eyebrow in my direction. ‘Number one, neither date is your actual birthday so the comment is largely superfluous. Number two, deflecting the conversation towards yourself is not productive. And number three, I’m not sure what you meant by that odd gesture, but it looked like you were attempting to smoke a joint.’
‘It really did, Mum,’ said Red. ‘I thought you were dropping a hint about what you wanted for your birthday.’
‘Shh, not in front of the cop here.’ Ruby held a finger to her lips.
Scarlet was paying little attention. ‘See, Mum, this is why you have to tell us about Dad. With both Lucy and me being pregnant, well, Tessa can’t be. Can she?’
The quicksand was becoming thicker. It actually felt like I had been smoking a joint, or two. I tried to concentrate on pregnancy and babies and parenthood, but really it all seemed suddenly so amusing that I just felt like laughing. The only problem being that I wouldn’t be able to stop. Grandmother-to-be enters Guinness Book of Records for non-stop laughter. Begs to be put down.
The doorbell rang with a briskness that accentuated my amusement. I thought it might be Darcy, ushering in Tessa, whose hands would be supporting her extended belly. Maybe we could run birthing classes in my lounge room, or a crèche. I realised that somebody must have answered the door because I could hear a great deal of whispering coming from the hall. It got louder, more intense, and then fell away as Scarlet re-entered the room. Just behind her was Constable Matthew Carstairs, in uniform.
The silence stretched as everybody gaped at him. Scarlet stepped forward protectively.
‘Hello, Matthew,’ I said in my best welcoming tone. ‘Have you come to impregnate another of my daughters?’
He flushed. ‘No!’
‘In all fairness, he’s only impregnated one,’ corrected Yen. ‘Don’t exaggerate.’
‘And they are getting married,’ added Ruby.
‘Actually, I’m here on official business,’ said Matthew, looking like he would rather be anywhere else. ‘I’ve been assigned by Detective Sergeant Armistead to stay here. It’s for your security, Nell. Because your brake lines were cut.’
Voices soared around me as everybody began exclaiming, and questioning, and coming up with their own answers. I blinked, trying to process the information. By now the quicksand had entered my bloodstream and thickened. Even the conversation seemed to come from a distance. I could hear my name being used, several times, but it was another Nell they were talking about. Someone who had had an attempt made on her life and now required security lest it happen again. I felt sorry for that Nell, who on top of everything else was about to become a grandmother twice over, and have to watch her ex-husband revisit fatherhood, and lose her house, and be guarded by her son-in-law to be, who was also her younger daughter’s ex-boyfriend. It was all far funnier than it had been, almost hysterical in fact, but I no longer felt like laughing.