FROM THEN ON I lived for each contact with Nick. Knowing that he loved me had an unexpected spinoff, too, in making it easier to deal with Mum. Her accusations about my selfishness, thoughtlessness and general inadequacy mostly skated past me. I even began almost enjoying the quiet times with her when she wasn’t being icy, when it almost felt as though she might come to like me enough for us to have some sort of adult relationship.
A couple of weeks into the term, she said, ‘Mr Barber tells me your teachers are pleased with your work.’
She’d talked to the principal? She was actually saying something positive? About me? I just about fell on her neck. ‘Thanks for telling me, Mum. Did he ring you specially to tell you?’ No way would she have rung him.
‘He has recently joined my Rotary club.’
She didn’t offer any more information. But — wow. I sent Hadleigh a text: The mother-load said sthg good. About me!!!!
I got one right back: Watch for sting in tail.
I did watch, but she went back to behaving normally, which meant no more compliments in my direction. She also had a major spit at the beginning of June when she tried to turn me into her project manager.
‘You’re to be in charge of the Horticultural Society blog,’ she said. ‘We require a posting twice weekly. You’ll need to photograph gardens and interview the people concerned.’
My heart sank, but I gathered my courage and embarked on step one of Gwennie’s system. This wasn’t going to be pretty.
‘I’m sorry, Mum. But I’m not going to do that. You need to check things like this with me first. I’m up to my ears in schoolwork this year.’
The storm broke over my head and I strove not to cringe. The fact that I’d spent weeks helping That Man got chucked into the mix.
Step two. I stood up, trying to let her know I meant what I said, trying to appear more forceful. How come I could yell at Dad’s workers, but not at my mother?
‘Mum, I can’t do it. I’m sorry, but if you can’t accept that then I’m going to stay with Dad and Iris for a few days.’
Her wrath swamped me. My hands shook as I packed up my books. I tried to shut her words out, I tried not to let them sink into my heart, but enough of them got through to hurt. As I ran from the room, her voice followed me: ‘I fail to understand why you go out of your way to upset me. No normal daughter would be so cruel. I don’t ask much of you. You’ll soon discover you can’t get far in life taking everything and never giving in return.’
I packed up my gear, phoned Dad and asked him to come and get me. I was shaking and near tears. Mum shut herself in her room. I stood in front of her closed door for a couple of minutes, wanting so much to knock, to go in and apologise, to hang my head and agree to everything she’d accused me of. She’d be expecting an apology and I longed for things to be calm between us. It was hard to walk away. But Gwennie’s voice hammered in my head: She’ll aim to make you feel guilty. Every upset will be all your fault, according to her. You have to understand that it isn’t.
I stayed away for three days.
‘Pack your things and move in for good,’ Dad said when I got there. I knew he meant it.
Tears pricked at my eyes. ‘Thanks, Dad. Not yet, though. It’s okay. I can handle it.’
Later Iris sat me down for a serious chat. ‘Is it the money?’ she asked. ‘Is that why you’re staying?’
‘No. It isn’t that. I’ll get a job if I have to.’
She seemed baffled. ‘Then why don’t you leave now? She’s corrosive, Bess. I hate it — Charlie hates it. It’s not right and you don’t have to stay, so why?’
I drew circles with my finger round and round on the tabletop. ‘She’s my mother. It’s hard to cut your mother out of your life. We were getting on okay until this happened. She even seemed interested when I told her stuff about school. I thought …’
She took my hand. ‘You’re still hoping she’ll love you?’
‘No. Yes. I don’t know.’ I sniffed back tears.
‘You realise all hell will break loose when she finds out about Nick?’
‘I’m hoping — I was hoping — that if things really were better between us, then she might be okay about it. Enough to still talk to me, at least.’ A boyfriend she hadn’t pre-approved was always going to be a risky proposition. Nick being connected to Dad’s world wasn’t going to help either. I should just tell her and leave. Except that I couldn’t, not yet, not without trying harder to be at peace with her.
The eight days of silence that followed my return home were bad. She spoke to me once to say, ‘Pass the salt.’
At least Nick helped me make light of it. ‘Any advance on the salt question?’ he’d ask. But I didn’t want to use our precious time talking about it. We told each other the little events of our lives, the daily trivia. His flatmate Dion had acquired a kitten — cute and almost house-trained. Sol went to sleep in a history lesson, so the rest of us snuck away, leaving him to wake to an empty room. Nick never talked about his modelling work, it was always stuff about his studies or his life in the flat, and I didn’t talk about Mum.
On a cold Wednesday evening in the last week of June, he called me and didn’t wait for my greeting. ‘I’m coming home! The day after tomorrow. A whole weekend free! Can you pick me up? Flight gets in at 7.30.’
‘You’ll be here? Two more sleeps? For real?’
‘Real and true. Can’t wait to kiss you, girl of mine.’
How strange. His absence until then had been bearable, just something to endure, but now two days seemed impossibly long.
I DROVE IRIS’S CAR to the airport an hour early, just in case the plane was blown in on an obliging wind. It landed dead on time. I watched people alighting, walking across the tarmac. Then Nick was there, pausing in the door of the plane to say something that made the flight attendant give him a genuine smile.
Hurry! I was jigging up and down. Impossible to keep still.
‘Nick!’ I rushed at him, flinging my arms around him.
He grabbed me up. ‘Hey, you’re real! I kept having nightmares that I dreamed you. You always vanish when I touch you.’
I put my palm against his face. ‘It’s me. Flesh and blood, and all yours.’
I led the way to the car. ‘You want to go straight to Clint and Daisy’s?’
‘No. I said not to wait up. We’ve got a party to go to, my girl.’
He leaned across, gathered me up and kissed me. The handbrake dug into my thigh, we were both skewed sideways but the discomfort only kicked in when that first, sweetest kiss was over.
‘I’ve missed you so bad.’ We spoke the words in unison, laughed and kissed again.
He rested his hand against my cheek. ‘We should get moving.’
I settled back into my seat, his arm across my shoulders. ‘You’d better tell me where this party is, then.’
‘At Jeff Perry’s. He’s celebrating big-time. Scored himself a job in New York.’
Alarm kicked through me. ‘Nick, we can’t! Jeff Perry was in Hadleigh’s class at college. There’ll be a million people there who know him. Somebody’ll tell Mum.’
‘Bess. Chill. She has to know at some stage.’
I squeezed his hands. ‘You don’t understand. She’ll make my life a misery. Or else she’ll kick me out and never speak to me again.’
‘I think,’ he said, ‘that you’d better tell me everything. We’ll give the party a miss and you will spill everything about what’s really happening.’
I told him much more than I ever had to date about my relationship with my mother. I told him about Gwennie, how Hadleigh had finessed Mum over the waitressing gig and Su Lin’s warning.
He said nothing for a while, then asked, ‘Why do you stay? Charlie and Iris would have you. They adore you. Any idiot could see that.’
‘It’s dumb. I know that. But I want to move out without any drama. A natural progression, sort of thing. I’ll leave home, go to uni and still have a mother.’
Nick was quiet for ages. ‘Okay,’ he said at last. I’ll go along with you for now. We try and keep things secret from her. I don’t like it, though. I don’t like skulking around hiding.’
‘You’re not! Dad knows. And Iris.’
He smiled at me, the gentlest of smiles. ‘And that makes it better?’
‘Let’s not talk about it.’
‘All right. But I’m warning you, if I have to I’ll swoop in with a helicopter and rescue you.’
‘Will you take me away to your castle?’
We were back to talking lovers’ nonsense.
It was a cold but windless night. I stopped the car and we walked, not going anywhere, just being together and talking. He drove us back via a quiet country road where he stopped, took me in his arms and kissed me.
‘Sheer, beautiful torture,’ he whispered, holding me tight.
‘I want to be with you. I want to be yours.’ I didn’t care how or where. I wanted him here and now.
He lifted his head, glanced at the back seat, then took a couple of deep, determined breaths. ‘We will be. I promise you. But not yet. Not in the back of a car either.’ He kissed me, long and lingering. ‘We haven’t known each other long. Let’s not rush it.’
‘Okay. You’re probably right. I just wish …’
‘Things were different with your mum? That we didn’t have to hide?’
‘Yeah.’
‘Come on. Better get you home before Charlie comes looking for me with a shotgun.’
THE NEXT MORNING, when Nick arrived ten minutes earlier than he’d said he would, I ran out and jumped in the car before Dad could embarrass me by giving him the protective father lecture. But my beloved had other ideas. ‘I accept hiding from your mother, Bess, but I’m sure not hiding from your dad.’
Dad shook his hand, his face so stern it looked wooden. ‘I’m trusting you with my girl, young Nick. Make sure you look after her.’ Which apparently is father-code for don’t bloody have sex with her.
Nick looked him straight in the face and said, ‘You don’t need to worry.’
When we were back in the car, I said, ‘Well, I did warn you. He’s not used to me dating. I’ve led a very monastic life until you turned up.’
‘I can handle it. Don’t stress.’ He dropped a kiss on my hair. ‘You know, I reckon I’ll be the same if we ever have daughters.’
We looked at each other. Daughters? Sons, too? My gut went fluttery. We’d talk about all that, but not right now. Not yet.
The weekend went by so quickly. We walked a lot and kissed a lot — unworried by either the rain on Saturday or the wind on Sunday. I took him to the airport, then went home to my mother, wondering if she’d notice my happiness. If she did, she kept it well hidden.