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‘So how were things at handover this morning?’ Harvey asks Kerry as she makes coffee after his lesson.

‘Quick and straightforward,’ she replies, ‘which is about the best I can hope for. It’s better than the painful, sheepish-faced lingering thing he does sometimes.’

He chuckles, and she takes the seat opposite him, feeling the tension starting to ease after a particularly trying couple of days: the hospital visit, then blundering through yesterday, managing only a short dog walk in between catching up on an entire night’s lost sleep. (The children were so exhausted she’d kept them off school. Last day of term, too – the fun day, with nothing but games).

‘I don’t know what’s going on with Rob, though,’ she adds. ‘He says his mum’s being really peculiar with him – keeps asking if he has something personal he’d like to discuss.’

‘What could that be?’

‘No idea. I just wish he’d get over this urge to share every little detail of his life with me.’

‘Well,’ Harvey ventures, ‘he obviously still feels pretty tied to you.’

Kerry nods. ‘And I suppose we always will be, at least until the children are grown-up. But he also can’t help being disapproving, either, which is a bit bloody cheeky seeing as the sweetcorn thing happened when Freddie was in his care.’

‘Really? He implied it was your fault?’

‘Not exactly. But he did suggest that perhaps I should have checked sooner, just in case Freddie might have slotted something in there at some point …’

Harvey snorts. ‘So what happened at the hospital?’

‘Three hour wait in A&E. Mia curled up and slept on a plastic chair, and Freddie described the rotting mess in his ear to anyone who’d listen. And of course all the parents of children with fractured limbs were glaring at me as if to say, “Call yourself a mother?”’ Harvey laughs, fixing her with his clear blue eyes. ‘Then he was given a light anaesthetic,’ she continues, ‘and they managed to get it all out with tiny tweezers. Now he’s on antibiotics to zap any lingering infection.’ She stops herself. With no kids of his own, and clearly being a few years younger than she is, Harvey really doesn’t need to be bombarded all this child-related info. ‘Anyway, I’m being a mummy-bore,’ she says quickly.

‘No, you’re not, and I work with children, remember. I’m not completely allergic to them.’

Kerry smiles. ‘Still okay for Mia’s party next Saturday? We’ll have to miss your lesson that day, I’m afraid …’

‘Yeah, probably a good idea. Might be a bit challenging doing our improv session with fifteen children charging around the house.’

‘I do feel better, knowing you’re going to be there,’ she adds. ‘Mia’s given out the invitations but hardly anyone’s RSVP’d to say they’ll come.’

‘Oh, I’m sure they will …’

‘Will they, though?’ She gets up to refill Harvey’s mug from the percolator jug. ‘What if there’s only Mia, Freddie and my friend Brigid’s little boy Joe, and acres of untouched food? Hiring you will seem completely over the top …’

‘Kerry,’ he says firmly, ‘it’ll be fine.’

She exhales loudly. ‘This probably isn’t even about the party, not really. It’s just … I feel guilty, I guess, uprooting them from all their old friends just before their dad and I split up. It’s all been too much for them …’

‘But you had no idea that was going to happen,’ Harvey insists. ‘You moved down here for the best possible reasons …’

‘Yeah.’ She laughs mirthlessly. ‘The “great schools” issue. God …’ She gets up and swills out her mug at the sink. ‘Anyway, Harvey, I have to say I still can’t quite imagine you in the full clown outfit.’

He chuckles. ‘I know it sounds a bit crap to say I’m just doing this to tide me over. I’m an actor really – at least, that’s what I was trained to do. Things just went a bit quiet last year … well, silent actually.’

She turns and smiles at him. ‘I guess being pelted with barley sugars is slightly preferable to eviction and starvation.’

He nods. ‘Yes, just about.’

‘Anyway,’ she adds, ‘you mean it’s not the way you planned things.’

‘Definitely not.’ He laughs ruefully.

Getting up from his basket to perform an extravagant stretch, Buddy pads to the front door and whines insistently. ‘Sorry, Harvey, but I need to take him out.’ She lifts her jacket from the hook on the door.

‘Mind if I come with you?’

Kerry smiles, suprised but pleased. ‘No, not at all. I’d like the company.’ And so they set out along the beach. As they walk, she learns about his flatmate Ethan who, at the ripe old age of thirty-three, finds it hilarious to leave sinister teeth marks in Harvey’s cheese, and how he’s having a hard time convincing his parents – churchy, conservative types up in Cumbria – that Ethan isn’t his boyfriend.

‘What about your parents?’ he asks. ‘Where are they?’

‘Oh, they died when I was seventeen. Car crash on holiday in France.’

‘That’s terrible,’ he exclaims. ‘I’m sorry I asked …’

‘It’s fine,’ she assures him. ‘It’s twenty years ago now. I do miss them of course but, you know … it’s as if another life has happened since then. It’s weird. They didn’t even know me as a proper adult, not really, and they never met Rob.’ Harvey nods, and although she has vowed to herself that she won’t launch into a despicable-ex rant, she can’t help blurting out, ‘You know what, Harvey? The one part I still can’t get my head around is that Rob says he can’t remember a thing about it.’

‘You mean sleeping with her?’ He looks incredulous.

‘Yes, the sex bit. The impregnation. Is that possible, d’you think?’

‘Um … can’t say it’s ever happened to me, but maybe, I don’t know – is there some kind of condition that makes people black out, y’know, mid-act?’

She frowns, considering this. ‘I’m not sure. Doesn’t petite mort mean orgasm? A little death, like a black-out …’

‘Yes, well, I suppose that could explain it …’ He gives her a quizzical look.

‘… Or maybe that’s her modus – inviting men to stay over and, when they’ve fallen asleep, she gets out her patented baby-making machine and syphons off their sperm …’

Harvey sniggers. ‘In that case, he should have called the police to report a theft.’ He checks his watch. ‘D’you have any more pupils today, Kerry? I fancy a drink, don’t you?’

‘Love one,’ she says firmly. ‘I’m free the rest of the day but we’ll have to sit outside, I’m afraid, freezing our arses off. Buddy doesn’t like being left on his own.’

*

The day has panned out better than Kerry could have hoped. She has enjoyed her lessons today – a sparky nine-year-old who’s hurtling towards grade three, followed by a pair of earnest teenage sisters who share a lesson; then Harvey, of course, who is learning the rudiments with endearing keenness. And now they’re on their second drink – beer for him, wine for her – grateful for the patio heater which is doing an excellent job of making The Jolly Roger’s beer garden a little less Baltic. In fact, Kerry isn’t feeling the cold at all as Harvey regales her with Ethan stories.

‘So he’s gone out,’ he tells her, ‘which happens about twice a year – did you ever see that Life on Earth documentary about the cockroaches that live on a huge pile of dung and never actually leave their cave?’

‘Oh yes, that’s Freddie’s favourite, the dung one …’

Harvey nods. ‘So my parents come over and it’s all nice, y’know, because my gay lover isn’t there, which always makes them twitchy – until Mum happens to glance at the fireplace and lets out this awful scream because Ethan had been complaining about a draught coming down the chimney and, in his wisdom, has stuffed my spare wig up there.’

Kerry snorts with laughter. ‘So it looked like someone was coming head-first down your chimney …’

‘Exactly.’ He grins. ‘Like Santa, but with bright yellow hair and about six weeks early.’

The next hour flies by extremely pleasantly as the sky darkens and Shorling’s silvery Christmas lights twinkle in the distance.

‘So,’ Harvey says as they head back along the coastal path, ‘you’ve told me about Rob, but what about you? Are you seeing anyone at the moment?’

His blatant question makes her break into a smile. ‘Nope. I did have dinner with someone a couple of days ago – the man I got Buddy from, actually – but it ended pretty abruptly with the leaky ear thing, and I think that’s that.’ She decides not to mention that she’s slightly put out that James hasn’t called since, not even to ask about how things turned out with Freddie.

‘What,’ Harvey asks, frowning, ‘because of the corn, you mean? Why would that put someone off?’

Kerry shrugs. ‘Well, he has one grown-up son who seems really sweet and sorted, and I suspect he was horrified that a perfectly enjoyable evening can end up with us hurtling off to A&E. Anyway,’ she adds quickly, glancing down at Buddy, ‘he’s the only man in my life these days. I’ve decided it’s a whole lot simpler that way.’

‘Oh, come on. It’s no fun going out with someone whose poo you have to pick up in a bag.’

‘There are far worse things,’ she says, smirking. ‘I know he’s not the most obedient dog – I mean, I can’t see him trotting off to fetch my Saturday Guardian anytime soon – but apart from that, he’s so undemanding and simple and at the moment, that’s just what I need.’

‘Undemanding and simple,’ Harvey muses. ‘So that’s what you look for in a man.’

‘Yes, although I don’t mind if he rolls over for a belly tickle now and then. Anyway, listen – I’m starving and I know the cupboards are bare at home. I’d better pick up some supplies.’

Harvey bunches his hands into his jeans pockets. ‘You’re welcome to come back to mine if you like.’

‘Oh, I don’t know,’ she says quickly. ‘Buddy and I were thinking of having a romantic Saturday night in.’

‘Ethan will be there,’ Harvey adds, as if keen to convey that he has no intention of pouncing on her, ‘and there’s a lamb dansak I made last night, always better the next day …’

‘Well, that sounds great,’ she says with a wide smile. ‘I’d love to come if you’re sure that’s okay. Just let me drop Buddy off at home.’

‘You needn’t do that. Just bring him with you.’

‘But I thought you said Ethan was allergic to dogs?’

‘He’ll be fine for a while,’ Harvey says with a grin. ‘Anyway, it’ll pay him back for his little prank with my wig.’