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ОглавлениеThat night, after Josh is in bed, I’m just dimming the lights and putting my feet up on the sofa when my mobile phone glows. You know, my proper mobile (not the one under the bed). A call in.
Oh. It’s that number.
I hate these calls. Like a pointless routine doctor’s appointment – a waste of everyone’s time.
I’d better answer, though.
‘Hi,’ I say, my voice hushed. Josh wouldn’t go to sleep until we’d read about a million chapters of The BFG together. The last thing I want is to wake him. I’ll need matchsticks under my eyes tomorrow as it is.
‘Ms Sutton?’ It’s the woman this time – Sarah.
‘Of course.’
‘Hi, Ms Sutton, it’s –’
‘I know who you are.’
A pause.
I can hear her think ‘Rude ungrateful bitch’ then regather her professionalism.
‘Well, Ms Sutton, I’m just checking in, to see everything’s OK.’
‘All fine,’ I say.
I don’t tell her about the shop windows, the notes on dashboards, the strange comments today at work.
‘Just the odd bit of paranoia,’ I say. ‘Nothing out of the ordinary.’
‘Do you need another medical referral?’ she asks.
‘No,’ I tell her. ‘I don’t.’
That’s how they coped with me in the first two years. Doped me up on Valium and Seroxat and God knows what else. Sang the old lullabies to get myself through, never mind the baby. Hush little baby, don’t say a word, Papa’s gonna buy … a hitman to come and kill us if he or his housemates ever find us. Postnatal depression my arse. Justified fear for your own life and the life of your child. Horrified at what desperation had driven me to – the fear not just of Mick, but also of having no future to offer my little baby. Hunched on the sofa, terrified that Chloe would turn up.
But do you know what? I fucking missed Chloe. I missed her every day. Even though the thought of her surfacing again, some time, scared the shit out of me. That’s what happens when you’re ripped away from someone, even when it’s for your own good. And Mum. Of course I missed Mum. After everything, I just wanted a hug from her.
‘Well, if there’s anything you do need, or if you think there’s anything unusual, let me know, won’t you?’ says Sarah.
‘I’m thinking of getting a child minder,’ I tell her.
A bit of a pause. Consulting the manual, maybe?
‘Right,’ she says. ‘Well, we can arrange that for you. Obviously, you can’t be placing any advertisements. You won’t get extra funding, I’m afraid.’
Of course. The deal didn’t come with ‘You can live your life’, just ‘You can live.’
‘I’ve got a recommendation from a colleague,’ I say. I don’t want some State-endorsed child minder in six months’ time. I want an easy route, a known person, soon.
‘We’ll have to vet them on the security files. You’ve still got the address haven’t you, to send information through? We’ll need their full details and –’
‘Forget it,’ I say. ‘It was just a thought.’
‘You’re sure?’ she asks.
‘I’m sure,’ I lie, crossing my fingers. I’ll rely on my own security vetting when I meet the child minder – my gut. After all, no one here in Luton would connect me with Chloe. Anyone who would want revenge for what she did is safely locked away in another part of the country. For the first time in my life, I’m safe, and so is Josh. We can get a fucking child minder.
‘Well, if you change your mind, Ms Sutton, please let me know. Better safe than sorry.’
‘Of course. Is there anything else?’
‘No, not at the present time, Ms Sutton. We’ll keep you posted if there are any developments.’
The same sign-off to every call. What developments would there be?
Well, obviously, one. But I don’t need to worry about that yet. Not for a good five years or so.
She rings off and I’m alone again.
Except not. The phone glows again. What, new developments already?
No.
Unknown number.
Is the woman calling me on a different line?
I accept the call, and let the caller do the talking.
‘Hey,’ says a voice.
Dan!
‘Hey,’ I say back.
‘So Tim is busy preparing his opening line to use on Rhea,’ Dan jokes.
‘Oh God, don’t,’ I respond, groaning. ‘If that’s him trying to build trust, imagine him trying to ask someone out.’
‘“You like to drink, don’t you – let’s mutually assess whether you’re an alcoholic at The King’s Head at 7.”’
‘“I hear you think you can dance. You can’t. I’ll train you if you come to Flame at 8 on Sunday.”’
‘Oh, come on, Jen, even Tim would know better than to ask a girl to a gay nightclub!’
‘He probably just thinks it’s the pretty rainbow-coloured bar outside the Magistrate’s Court.’
‘You don’t get to be a criminal litigator by being totally naïve,’ Dan tells me.
‘Ah, so you’ve been in Flame, then,’
‘I reserve my rights to have been there. Great night out, I hear.’
‘Hmm. So come on, you’ve dissed Tim’s opening lines, let’s have your best cringeworthy one.’
‘Are you asking me to ask you out, Jen Sutton?’
‘Maybe.’
‘Then how about a drink on Friday evening?’
‘That’s not cringeworthy, Dan. What a let-down.’
‘I’ll wear a rose between my teeth. Better?’
‘It’ll do.’ I laugh.
Then the real world hits. ‘Listen, I don’t know, Dan, I’ve got the little one; it’s difficult.’
There’s a slight pause. Shit, I think. Blown it again.
When Dan speaks he is sheepish. ‘Actually, Tim, um, told me he was giving you the contact details for a child minder. I wouldn’t have asked otherwise.’
Ah, so Tim is now running a dating agency.
‘Yes, but I can’t arrange a child minder by Friday. I don’t even know how I’d go about it.’
‘You interview them, I guess.’
‘I guess,’ I say. This is when a girl needs her mum. Or school-gate mum friends. Or friends.
Shit, I’ve been lazy over the last decade. Lazy or scared. Couldn’t find it within myself to return nods or hellos that could have led to friendship. You put down roots, right, when you move? Chloe would’ve. She’d be the most popular girl in the town. I can see her now, up in Donnie, being the life and soul. Or maybe that’s just a favourable image. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. Maybe she was sat in a corner, her eyes narrow, drink in hand, watching it all unfold, waiting to strike. Waiting to fuck everyone up.
Dan again: ‘Look, if it’s too much bother –’
‘It’s not too much bother, I just don’t know if I can get a child minder set up before Friday. I’ve never left Josh with anyone before. I have to be sure.’
‘I know. I was going to say: if it’s too much bother sorting out childcare, I’ll just come over to yours with some wine and Ribena. Or just Ribena.’
‘Oh, you know how to treat a girl! All that money you’re earning on Rhea Stevens?’
A pause. Have I offended him?
‘Actually, I’m doing the Rhea case pretty much pro bono.’
‘What? You’re doing it for free? How come?’
‘Goodness of my heart?’
‘But I don’t understand. Why aren’t you using Legal Aid – surely the firm is?’
‘Tim talked me into it,’ Dan tells me. ‘Joking aside, he can be pretty persuasive.’
‘Jesus. But it must take up your time. How can you afford it?’
‘By offering women Ribena,’ Dan counters. ‘Come on, how about it – if you have childcare we’ll go out, otherwise I’ll come to you.’
‘It’s a date.’
‘Finally.’
We both take a beat. Yes, finally.
‘OK, well I’ll see you then,’ I say. ‘Text me your mobile number; this one’s blocked.’
‘Will do,’ he says. ‘Just let me know what works for you.’
‘Great,’ I tell him.
We end the call.
Wow. So. A date. Have I ever even been on a bona fide date?
Mick didn’t count.
Mick picked me up from the trash.
Literally.
And I don’t count the ensuing cup of tea in the caff as a date. I certainly hadn’t shaved my legs.
But before that, I need to look into childcare. I’d rather not have to introduce Dan and Josh just yet. They do that later on, in the films, those yoga-fit airbrushed mums (yes, I’ve seen the Hollywood version of my life. Doesn’t it all just turn up roses?). Date five or something, you go to a picnic by a lake and everyone falls in and it’s really funny. You’re not meant to introduce your kids to every man you meet or they’re weighing them up as a potential dad. Which is particularly unfair when your kid doesn’t know his real dad. Thinks he’s dead.
I pull out my blackberry. I’m about to message Tim about the child minder details. But I see they’re already there.
