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Chapter Six

For the next few days, Olive wasn’t able to shake that feeling off. She went about her routine as usual. Always awake early, she would usually spend the first part of the morning reading in the early-morning light from her gorgeous seaview bay window. She would have preferred to do this at her beach hut like she always had, but she had to confess to being less hardened to the colder weather conditions than she once had been. She’d then head downstairs for breakfast where she would be joined by Veronica and Randy. She almost always opted for the cooked breakfast. She wasn’t at a point in life where she need ever worry about the consequences of black pudding and bacon fat. Instead, she enjoyed it with a relish that only came without thinking about consequence. It was a nice point of life to be at.

Normally, these days, if she wasn’t interested in the morning activities on offer (and however useful knitting might be, she didn’t have any kind of urge to perfect it at eighty-four), she would head to the Gin Shack. It wasn’t open at that time of day, but Tony would be there getting organised. At least three or four times a week, Olive would head there of a morning to enjoy the morning papers and a coffee with her friend. It kept her brain ticking over far more than the activities programme managed to, and it let the lovebirds have some time to themselves.

It must have been not seeing Tony that was making her feel out of sync. Because even though days at the beach hut were glorious, they weren’t the same when she didn’t get chance to catch up with friends now they were so busy making sure the Gin Shack remained open while Tony was absent.

After realising Tony’s absence was part of the problem, Olive arranged for another hospital visit. This time she braved the journey alone with a taxi to the hospital. He was no longer on high dependency and Esme was hopeful he was near to being discharged. Olive wasn’t a fan of hospitals, and she’d been fortunate not to have many dealings with the place. It was well signposted, so navigating the labyrinth of corridors wasn’t as complicated as it could have been.

When Olive arrived at his bed space, Tony wasn’t there. Typical that, even though Esme had let him know to expect her, he’d been carted off to another part of the hospital for some test or X-ray or something.

‘Hello there.’

The familiar voice made Olive jump out of her skin as she turned round to be met by Tony’s large frame. ‘You’re not supposed to try and give me a heart attack. We’ve had quite enough of them between us. I didn’t think you’d be up and about yet?’ Tony looked as fit as a fiddle. Like nothing had happened. It seemed life had saved up all its miracles for the later years of Olive’s life and it really was about time.

‘There’s no rest here. They like you up and about as soon as possible. I hadn’t realised I’d been feeling unwell before. I had a few crushing pains in my chest, but I’d put it down to lifting and carrying heavy boxes. I feel like a new man.’ Tony led them over to his bed space and took a seat on his bed, allowing Olive the chair. ‘How are you doing?’

‘I think I’m losing my marbles.’ At least with Tony she was able to be frank. If she’d told Richard this, he would have been marching his mother to the doctor before she had chance to explain.

‘I could have told you that… but what makes you say so?’

Olive tapped Tony’s knee in mock admonishment. ‘I know I’ve always had a screw loose, but there’s no need to be cheeky. I had a genuine moment of wondering if my mind was starting to go.’ She was at an age where it was commonplace for people to start losing their grip on the depths of reality. It wouldn’t be so surprising if her memory was starting to contain blanks.

‘Go on.’

Tony was always such a comfort to talk to, Olive didn’t worry about sharing her darkest fears with him. ‘This is going to sound stupid, but I couldn’t remember if I rolled or folded my towels. I swear I’ve always rolled them when I put them away at the beach hut, but the other day, when I went there, they were all folded. And for a moment, I couldn’t work out if it was something I’d done and maybe I’d never rolled them and my mind was playing tricks on me.’ It did sound silly talking about it.

‘You do always roll them. I’ve borrowed one off you enough times to be able to tell you that. So, you folded them by accident?’

Tony didn’t have any wires or drains hanging from him now and looked so extraordinarily like nothing had happened that Olive wasn’t sure she would ever stop staring at him with a sense of disbelief. How incredibly lucky they were that he was still here.

‘No, I haven’t. At least I don’t think I have. I guess that’s my worry… that I’ve done it without realising.’ What a thing to be worrying about. With all the problems in the world, towels and how they were placed in a draw seemed like a pretty pathetic thing to concern herself with. But then, if she did have a screw loose, she would like to be one of the first to know about it, not the last.

‘It’ll be Skylar or Lily or someone that’s done that. There must have been some out when I had my little incident and they may well have used some to help with clearing up. They wouldn’t have left them. They obviously took them to give them all a clean. You’ll have to ask, just to ease your mind.’

It made sense with Tony’s rational thought process. She’d have done the same if she’d been left behind that day. It had gone by in snapshots, much like the traumatic day she’d lost her husband and daughter. That thought made it all the more wonderful that Tony had survived. Balls to being embarrassed. She was going to embrace going all starry-eyed every time she saw him.

‘I knew I was being silly. It’s just been worrying me that it didn’t make sense.’

‘If I’ve eased your mind, can you help do the same for mine? Can you tell me what’s happening with the Gin Shack? Any luck with getting a replacement for me yet? Esme won’t tell me anything. She keeps saying concerning myself with it isn’t going to get me better, but what she hasn’t realised is it’s making me worry more. I keep thinking she’s not telling me anything because it’s all gone to ruin without me there.’

‘There’s not too much to tell. We decided the best way to run interviews would be to get them to demonstrate their cocktail-making skills. Esme has the details of the applicants and is inviting them to interview in a couple of days. We just need to supply the ingredients and see if they have what it takes.’

‘Blimey. You mean you’re carrying on like an episode of Cocktail and I’m missing out?’

‘Don’t worry, I’ll report back. I’m sure I can get one of your boys to set up a webcam or something if you’re that desperate not to miss out.’

Olive would have invited him to come along – sitting and watching people make cocktails didn’t seem that strenuous. But he needed to take it slowly. Plus, Esme would actually kill her because of her bad influence and she didn’t want to fall out with anyone, especially when it wasn’t worth risking Tony’s renewed health.

‘If I’m out of hospital and bored at home, then we need to sort that out. Just don’t tell Esme that’s what we’re doing. She’ll think it’s potentially going to stress me out, but really, it’s no worse than watching Masterchef, only I’ll have a bit more of a vested interest in this episode.’

‘I’d say so.’

‘And Olive, if it really is worrying you, you should go to your doctor. I’m pretty much testament to not ignoring things that don’t seem quite right.’

Olive nodded. If even Tony was telling her she needed to, then she needed to consider it. ‘I will. If anything else happens, I will.’