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I must have succeeded, even running on automatic response, because David didn’t notice anything wrong. In fact, he said the afternoon had been fun – which I expect it would have been, in other circumstances.

It was only later, while we were having tea at a canal marina café, and debating the merits of the two properties we’d seen that day, that it occurred to me that Grumps might have already ill-wished Raffy for a wrong that had turned out to be due to nothing more than credulity and stupidity. Perhaps, if it wasn’t too late, I should tell Grumps so? But then, he couldn’t really do Raffy any harm, could he…?

I returned to the present to find David holding forth on the subject of guest bedrooms and en-suites, neither of which seemed very important to me at the best of times, and not at all at that moment, so I said it was time I was getting back home.

He dropped me off at the door, but even then I hadn’t got a minute to myself, because of course Jake came back soon after I did. I’d promised to cook him his favourite dinner – sausage and mash with mustard sauce, followed by a fresh cream éclair I’d bought him from the Spar that morning, which seemed at least a century ago.

But this was probably a good thing, because by the time we were finishing dinner, the urge to weep uncontrollably was all safely dammed up behind a lot of concrete resolve and I’d made my mind up to tell Jake at least some of the truth. Better he heard it from me than as a stray rumour.

‘The new vicar visited Grumps today,’ I said, scraping plates and then dumping them into the washing-up bowl. ‘Then afterwards he called to see me, too.’

‘What for?’ he asked, looking up from my newest copy of Skint Old Northern Woman magazine, which seemed a strange choice of reading matter for a teenage boy – except, of course, that he is a fairly strange teenage boy.

‘To catch up on old times.’ I took a deep breath and confessed, ‘You see, we went out with each other years ago. You were only a baby at the time, so you won’t remember, but I went away to university and that’s where I met him. But then he went off with Mortal Ruin and became a rock god and I…came home.’

‘You went out with Raffy Sinclair?’ he exclaimed, with the same unflattering amazement that Felix had shown at the news.

‘Only for a few weeks, and I haven’t seen him since.’

‘Oh my God – you mean I might have had Raffy Sinclair for my brother-in-law if you hadn’t messed up?’ he demanded aggrievedly.

‘I didn’t mess up, we just…drifted apart,’ I lied. I certainly wasn’t going to tell him all the truth, especially that he was the reason I hadn’t gone back to university and been there when Raffy returned to look for me. ‘And you never wanted a brother-in-law anyway – look how horrible you were to poor David!’

‘I wouldn’t have wanted one like him. He hated me.’

‘No, he didn’t, he just got tired of all the awful tricks you played on him, and no wonder! He was asking about you today – which university you hoped to go to, and that kind of thing.’

‘He was probably hoping it wasn’t one near home,’ he said acutely. ‘Then he wouldn’t have to have me around much if you got back together.’

‘We’re not getting back together,’ I said firmly, though strangely enough I was starting to think I might have been reinstated on David’s current list of suitable brides, despite not meeting any of the criteria: I preferred living alone, I’d lost any desire for motherhood after bringing up Jake, and my idea of a good time was curling up on the sofa at home with a box of truffles, wine, and my favourite Georgette Heyer novel. Sophisticated I was not. That Mel he kept mentioning sounded a much more suitable candidate.

‘I’m not what he’s looking for. In fact, I’m not what anyone is looking for,’ I assured Jake.

But he was now staring at me critically, as though he’d never seen me before in his life, even ignoring the cheese board and the bowl of grapes I’d put in front of him to fill up any empty crevices. ‘I suppose you were quite pretty when you were young.’

‘I’m way too old to remember,’ I snapped, and he grinned and started on the crumbly Lancashire. He had an amazing capacity for putting away food; he’d already eaten most of my dinner since, unsurprisingly, I wasn’t that hungry.

Kat was coming round to watch him practise in the garden with his firesticks while I was out at the Falling Star, so before I left I warned him not to set anything alight, including himself.

I’d been tempted to ring Poppy and say I had a sudden rush of Wishes orders and couldn’t go out tonight, but I knew if I did she and Felix would only come to the cottage instead.

Unfortunately, I’m not terribly good at fibbing. And anyway, by now I’d gone through the angry, tearful and distraught stages and was feeling fairly numb, with just a piquant hint of bitterness.

Maybe I could invent a new chocolate line: BitterSweets for dumped lovers?

Poppy and Felix were just turning into the entrance to the Falling Star together as I came into the High Street, so I ran across to join them. Mrs Snowball switched the coffee machine on and started bustling about with the cups and saucers the second we opened the snug door so I, for one, hadn’t the heart to tell her that after the day I’d had I really felt more in need of a double brandy than a cappuccino.

‘I saw that young man you brought in here, dropping you off earlier in his posh little sports car,’ she said to me conversationally. ‘He hasn’t been back since. Didn’t he like my coffee?’

I suppose a man in his early forties did seem young to Mrs Snowball. Oddly enough, although I hadn’t really noticed the age difference between David and me six years ago, I was now much more conscious of it. All David’s tastes, ideas and attitudes seemed to be terribly stuffy and set in stone, and he just assumed I would automatically agree with them as if there weren’t other, and usually better, options.

‘David loved your coffee and I’m sure he’ll want to come again. But we’d been house-hunting and he had to get back home.’

‘Oh yes, I’d forgotten you were doing that today,’ Poppy said.

‘I hadn’t.’ Felix gave me a pained look, as if I’d done something not quite nice.

Florrie Snowball turned from fiddling with the steaming, hissing chrome monster and looked at me. ‘So, you’re moving in together already? I know you used to be engaged, because that Zillah told me. And who can blame you if you’ve taken up with him again – a handsome feller like that?’

‘No, it’s nothing like that. It’s just that he wants to move into the country and I enjoy looking at other people’s houses, that’s all.’

‘Well, who knows, his heart might soften towards you again,’ she said, so clearly she had a romantic heart concealed behind her Maidenform corset. ‘You bring him back in soon and I’ll make him some extra special coffee,’ she promised, with a gappy grin.

‘It looks like David has made a conquest,’ Poppy said when we were sitting out of earshot in the window. Felix was paying for this first round, which involved a lot of checking of various pockets and counting out of coins.

‘Funny, I didn’t get the feeling at the time that she liked him that much.’

‘She certainly likes Felix – look at her going all flirty at him again,’ Poppy said.

‘But even he doesn’t get extra sprinkle on his cappuccino,’ I observed as Felix sat down with his cup. ‘David did, though actually you’re not missing anything, Felix, because it was funny, speckled greenish stuff, not grated chocolate or cinnamon.’

‘I wonder what it was, then?’ Poppy said. ‘What would have green speckles in it?’

‘Perhaps she mistakenly used rancid powdered milk substitute, or something like that?’ I suggested. ‘It didn’t look very nice and he poured most of it into that plant behind you. He dashed off home, too, and rang me later to say he didn’t feel well.’ And now I came to look at it, the aspidistra was looking pretty ropey.

‘I wanted a pint of best bitter, not a coffee,’ Felix complained, ‘only I couldn’t hurt her feelings. I mean, I’ve got my own coffee maker in the shop now – I can drink it all day if I want to, for free. She seems to be in love with that machine.’

‘The novelty will probably wear off soon, now that Molly and Clive can both work it,’ Poppy said. ‘Look, she’s going, so we can have something else in a minute.’

But Mrs Snowball paused in the doorway to deliver a parting shot. ‘I hear the new vicar nearly bought it this afternoon: squashed flat by an angel!’

She could be heard cackling like the wicked witch in a pantomime even after the door had shut behind her.

I turned to the other two and demanded, ‘What on earth does she mean? Has Raffy had an accident?’

‘It’s OK, he’s fine. It missed him by a mile,’ Felix said. ‘Effie Yatton came into the shop later and told me about it.’

‘Yes, and she rang me at home, too. She always knows everything first – she’s the village voice!’

‘But I don’t know anything,’ I said impatiently. ‘What angel? When?’

‘It was one of the marble monuments in the graveyard and it fell across Raffy’s path on his way to the church this afternoon,’ Poppy explained. ‘It blocked the left-hand path, where it divides. Effie thinks it was a sign.’

‘Yes, a sign of mole activity,’ Felix put in, grinning.

‘Raffy saw Grumps this afternoon,’ I said thoughtfully. ‘I don’t suppose that had anything to do with it.’

‘I know your grandfather is a gentleman in a velvet jacket, just like the old Jacobite toast, but he’s no mole,’ Felix said. ‘Didn’t he and Raffy get on well?’

‘I don’t know, but that’s not what’s bothering me. If Zillah told Grumps about Raffy and me, he might be impelled to try and take a bit of revenge on my behalf.’

‘But there isn’t anything he can do really, is there?’ Poppy said. ‘Magic doesn’t really work, we know that.’ But she didn’t sound entirely convinced.

‘Of course it doesn’t,’ agreed Felix uneasily. ‘It’s a load of mumbo jumbo.’

‘It would be pointless anyway now, because Raffy came to see me after he’d been next door and we – well, we’ve cleared the air,’ I confessed, though I didn’t mention that there was still a sulphurous haze hanging about.

‘Oh, I’m so glad,’ Poppy said. ‘Are you friends again?’

‘No, I think it would be going quite a bit too far to say that, but I understand now that he didn’t behave as badly towards me as I thought he did.’

Then I explained about Rachel’s lies, and Poppy, her soft heart stirred, said, ‘So it wasn’t really his fault, then? Oh, but it’s all so terribly sad!’

‘Yes, that’s what Jake thinks now I’ve told him about it, but only because he’s devastated to think he missed out on having Raffy for a brother-in-law! But I don’t suppose our relationship would have lasted anyway, he wasn’t the constant type. I mean, look at the way he took everything Rachel told him at face value and then slept with her.’

‘That was pretty bad,’ Poppy allowed, ‘but he told you he was drunk and angry at the time.’

‘Maybe, but even when he was sober it never seemed to have occurred to him to come to Merchester and look for me – and, since there was only one family of Lyons in the place, wouldn’t have been hard to find.’

‘But you didn’t go and look for him, either, did you?’ Felix said.

‘I couldn’t. He was brought up by an aunt and I had no idea where she lived. What was I supposed to do, follow the band around the country like a groupie, hanging out at stage doors in the hope of a word of explanation?’

‘No, I see what you mean,’ Poppy said, ‘and by then, of course, you’d accepted Rachel’s version of what happened – and what a truly horrible person she must be!’ She sighed. ‘Oh, well, it’s all past now, isn’t it?’

‘Yes, all passion spent, and the rest of it,’ I said wearily. ‘Raffy said he was going to the church to pray after we’d had our talk and I expect that’s when the angel nearly fell on him. I only hope, wherever Rachel is, one fell right on top of her.’

‘And I hope that now you and Raffy have talked things over, you can both draw a line under it,’ Felix suggested optimistically.

‘You keep saying that, but it’s easier said than done. How would you both feel if your past turned up on the doorstep? I mean, you’ve never told us any details about your divorce, Felix, except that your wife was unfaithful, but what if she suddenly moved to Sticklepond with the man she left you for?’

‘Actually, it was a woman,’ Felix confessed. ‘That seemed to make it even worse.’

‘Oh, poor Felix,’ Poppy said sympathetically. ‘My horrible experience in Warwickshire wasn’t half so bad, even if it was hideously embarrassing. I didn’t think anyone had noticed I had an almighty crush on that riding instructor until I overheard him laughing about it with his friends – and his wife! He used to flirt with me too, and try to kiss me, but he didn’t tell them that. And yes, I would loathe ever having to see him again.’

‘It’s funny how we all went through a different sort of hell, more or less at the same time, isn’t it?’ I said.

Poppy nodded. ‘And even stranger how we’ve all ended up living so near together.’

‘There does seem to be a congruous pattern to our lives,’ agreed Felix.

‘I don’t know about you two, but I could do with a stiff drink,’ I said, with a sigh. ‘Perhaps a double whisky will magically fill me with magnanimity?’

‘Or make you maudlin,’ Felix suggested. ‘But I’ll join you anyway and we’ll risk it.’

‘I’d better not, I’m driving,’ Poppy said. ‘By the way, it’s the first Parish Council meeting with Raffy as vicar tomorrow. I’ll pop in afterwards and tell you what happens, Chloe.’

‘Always supposing another angel doesn’t get him first, fair and square,’ I said.

I didn’t so much fall asleep that night as plummet into a dreamless stupor, waking up with eyelids ruched like Viennese blinds and a headache so powerful I felt as if my head was nailed to the pillow.

I staggered to my vantage point behind the workshop curtains just in time to watch Raffy walk past with his dog, and thought resentfully that he didn’t look like someone nearly felled by an angel, though the marks of a sleepless night showed where the blue shadows lay like bruises under his eyes.

Good.

Once Jake had gone off to college I went to collect the latest chapter from Grumps. I hoped this book was nearly finished, because it seemed to me to be much longer than usual. But every time it appeared to be winding up to a conclusion, it galloped off again at a tangent.

‘What did you think of the new vicar?’ I asked him, gathering scattered pages.

‘Oh, surprisingly intelligent. Can keep his end up in a conversation. I don’t mind if he visits again…if he is able to.’ And then he shifted a little in his chair and winced.

‘What’s the matter?’ I asked suspiciously.

‘Just a touch of sciatica. What are these?’ he added, prodding the biscuits in his saucer.

‘Lemon cream puffs.’

‘I can’t dip a lemon cream puff into my tea,’ he objected.

‘Yes you can, but it will taste pretty weird,’ I said, and left him to it.

‘Zillah,’ I said on the way back through the kitchen, ‘a marble angel nearly fell on the new vicar yesterday in the churchyard, soon after he left here: was that Grumps’ doing?’

Zillah was sitting in the old armchair by the hearth, in front of the flat-screen TV, with Tabitha limply draped across her lap like a small, moth-eaten fur rug.

‘How would he be able to cause that, in a churchyard, on hallowed ground?’ she asked, the inevitable fag hanging out of the corner of her mouth barely moving as she spoke.

‘I suppose it is silly, when you think about it,’ I conceded.

‘I read the vicar’s leaves and the Tarot – did he say I gave the cards to him to hold?’

I shook my head. ‘How did you know I’d seen him?’

‘I know everything,’ she said complacently. ‘The cards showed me clearly that he has a heart washed clean of sin and a vital part to play in the events that will unfold.’

‘His heart must have been through a carwash on Extra Long, then,’ I said sourly, then told her what had happened between us the previous afternoon. ‘So I’m still furious with him,’ I concluded, ‘because he was so credulous and never gave a thought about me afterwards. He even slept with Rachel! And I certainly haven’t entirely forgiven him, either, though maybe I’ll be able to get my head around it eventually…in a decade or so.’

I remembered something she’d said. ‘And what did you mean, he has a vital part to play?’

Zillah shrugged, and the lime-green shawl she was wearing slid off one shoulder. It would have looked quite racy, except for the double layer of pink and magenta cardigans beneath.

‘As vicar, I presume. Gregory says we must all join ranks together against Digby Mann-Drake, and Raffy can’t do that if he’s been flattened by an angel, can he?’

‘It would certainly make it difficult,’ I agreed.