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‘You know what your trouble is, Alice?’

Alice wasn’t sure that she wanted to know but she was quite sure that Stella was going to tell her.

‘You just don’t make an effort. I mean look at you!’ her sister said, pointing an admonishing finger at Alice’s ensemble. ‘Grey!’ She spat the word out as if it left a nasty taste in her mouth.

‘There’s nothing wrong with grey. It’s very fashionable at the moment.’

‘Not like that it isn’t!’

Alice self-consciously pulled at her bobbly cardigan and watched as Stella flopped onto the sofa opposite her and stuck her spoon into a carton of ice cream.

‘Anyway,’ Stella continued through a mouthful of double chocolate chip, ‘what are you doing here?’

Alice took a deep breath, knowing how the following conversation was likely to go.

‘It’s Dad’s birthday in a couple of weeks and I wondered—’

‘His birthday? Oh, I completely forgot!’ Stella said.

‘You forgot last year too.’

‘I was busy.’

‘And the year before that.’

‘Don’t be a bore, Alice. God, you’re worse than a mother.’

For a moment, the two sisters sat in silence, remembering the mother who had been so cruelly taken away from them when Alice had been just twelve years old and Stella only eight.

‘I’m sorry – I didn’t mean—’

‘It’s all right,’ Alice said. ‘I shouldn’t really nag you like that.’ Stella stuck her spoon into the carton of ice cream again, thinking she’d got away with it, but Alice wasn’t going to let her off so easily.

‘So what are we going to do?’ Alice asked.

‘About what?’

‘About Dad’s birthday!’

Stella shrugged and kept her eyes down, resolutely refusing to meet Alice’s.

‘We have to do something. It’s not every day that you’re seventy,’ Alice pressed.

‘God, it’s so disgusting having a seventy-year-old father,’ Stella said. ‘What was Mum thinking of?’

‘She was in love with him,’ Alice said, ‘and it’s just as well for us that she was or we wouldn’t have been born, and he wasn’t that old when he had us. Not for a man, at least.’

‘I think it’s horrible how men can go on having babies until they’re ancient.’

‘But Dad was only in his forties when he had us. That’s not old these days and neither is seventy any more.’ Alice paused and took a deep breath. ‘Anyway, I was thinking we could visit him.’

‘Oh, Alice!’ Stella said. ‘You know I hate that horrible place! It smells of disinfectant and old people.’

‘You’ll smell like that one day too,’ Alice said.

‘Don’t be foul!’

‘Anyway, we needn’t be at the home for long because I was thinking of taking him out somewhere.’

‘Taking him out? What, in public?’ Stella said, a look of shock on her face.

‘He’s still able to enjoy a day out by the sea and an ice cream. He’s not dead yet, you know!’

‘He might as well be. He’s brain dead.’

‘No, he’s not!’

‘Well, he is whenever I visit,’ Stella said.

‘And when did you last visit?’

‘I don’t know. I don’t keep a written record like you obviously do. You always were the favourite, anyway.’

‘How can you say that? You’re the one with the house!’ Alice pointed out, looking up at the lofty ceiling of the Victorian semi’s living room.

‘Oh, you’re begrudging me the house, are you?’

‘No, of course not.’

‘I thought you said you wanted your own place.’

‘I do want my own place, Stella. I just want you to see Dad once in a while. I thought we could take him to the seaside. He always loved the sea.’ For a moment, Alice remembered the endless bucket and spade holidays they used to go on as a family. From Great Yarmouth to Blackpool, from Skegness to Brighton, they would laugh their way round the coastline of Britain, making wonky castles in the sand and eating mountains of candy floss. ‘It really is the least we can do for him.’

‘But it’ll be so cold,’ Stella said with a theatrical shiver.

‘So, we’ll wrap up!’

‘How are you going to get there?’

‘Well, Sam at the home has offered to drive us to the station.’

‘The train station? With his chair?’

‘Of course with his chair. He can’t walk very far these days.’

‘Oh, God! I really don’t fancy it!’ Stella said.

‘I know you don’t but can’t you think beyond yourself for once?’

‘What does that mean?’

‘I mean, can’t you think about Dad for a change and how much he’d love to see us both together and spend a day with us – a day away from the home?’

Stella wrinkled her nose.

‘We really could use your car, actually,’ Alice said. ‘Dad did say we could share it, after all.’

‘Oh, Alice! When are you going to get another car of your own? You really should, you know. You can’t rely on other people to bail you out of awkward situations all the time.’

Alice baulked at the implication that their father was an awkward situation. ‘When was the last time I asked you for your car?’

‘I’m just saying that you should get your own.’

‘I can’t afford another car. I’m only just keeping my head above water as it is with the rent and bills.’

‘I don’t know what you do with your money, Alice, I really don’t.’

Alice bit her tongue. If Stella had had to go out and find herself full-time employment and hadn’t had everything handed to her by their father, she might realise how tough it was in the real world.

‘It is Dad’s car after all,’ Alice reminded her.

‘Yes, I know, and it’s an old banger. He really should have bought me a new one. I can’t believe he didn’t think of that before he went into that home.’

‘Buying his daughter a brand new car wasn’t exactly at the forefront of his mind when he was in the process of losing it.’

‘Well, what about going in Celia’s car? She’s got one of those big four by fours, hasn’t she?’ Stella said, thinking of Alice’s oldest best friend.

‘Yes, and it’s always filled with her kids,’ Alice pointed out. ‘I hardly see her these days. She’s always so busy running her boys around. Anyway, Dad wouldn’t want to see Celia – he’d want to see you!’

They were quiet for a moment, their words hanging heavily in the air between them.

‘Look,’ Alice said at last, ‘I didn’t come round here to argue.’

‘Good, because I’m not in the mood. I’ve had a horrible day, if you must know,’ Stella said with a pout.

Alice looked at her sister. She was selfish and infuriating but she also looked a little paler than usual and Alice’s sisterly genes kicked in.

‘What’s wrong?’ she asked.

Almost immediately, tears welled up in Stella’s big blue eyes. ‘It’s Joe!’ she cried.

‘What about him?’

‘He broke up with me!’

‘Oh, Stella!’ Alice said, leaning towards her on the sofa and squeezing her shoulder. ‘What happened?’

‘He said I was too high-maintenance. What does that mean, anyway?’

‘It means you spend a lot of time—’

‘I know what it means! But I’m not high-maintenance! I haven’t been to the hairdresser’s for two weeks. Two whole weeks! And look at my nails!’

Alice looked at the immaculate scarlet talons her sister sported.

‘Chipped and scuffed but I’m making do until tomorrow before getting them done. I ask you – is that “high-maintenance”?’

‘Well—’

‘And he said I didn’t like the simple things in life just because I didn’t want to go on some crumby camping holiday. I mean, what girl in her right mind would want ‘to sleep in a tent? On the ground?’

Alice thought of Joe. He was the outdoors type with rock-climber’s arms and an athletic build. She could think of any number of girls who’d give anything to spend a night in a tent with him. Not her sister, though. Nothing but a five-star hotel would do for her.

‘He’s a scumbag,’ Stella said.

Alice sighed. Joe was most definitely not a scumbag. Alice actually quite liked him but she could guess what had happened. He’d probably grown tired of Stella’s little ways as well as her constant flirting. For a start, Alice couldn’t help noticing that there were no less than five Valentine’s cards lined up on the mantelpiece. Five! Who were they all from? Alice was guessing that Stella had flirted with every single one of the senders.

‘We’d just booked a holiday to Greece together, too,’ Stella went on with an almighty sniff, ‘and I was really looking forward to it. He knew how much I needed a break.’

Alice blinked, wondering what exactly it was that Stella needed a break from. ‘What are you going to do?’ she asked.

‘Well, I’m not going to waste it, am I? Joe gave me the tickets – probably so I wouldn’t make a scene. Look.’ Stella got up and retrieved a brochure from the dining table and tossed it into Alice’s lap. ‘Page eighteen.’

Alice flipped through the brochure until she came to the right page and gave a long, low whistle as she took in the picture-perfect white villa with the bright blue shutters. It had its own swimming pool and terrace overlooking the sea. It certainly wasn’t your typical tourist trap Greek island with blaring nightclubs and bars. This looked quiet and exclusive – a real escape from the world. Joe certainly had good taste – it looked beautiful.

‘You’ve got to come with me, Alice!’

‘What?’

‘You’ve got to come with me. I can’t go on my own – it’ll be so boring. And I’ve already asked Lily and Becks and they can’t make it. I even asked Jess and I don’t even like her that much and she said no too. So you’ve got to come. You don’t have to pay or anything although you can buy me a present as a thank you if you like. I’ve seen this really beautiful cashmere jumper I really need. Do say you’ll come!’

Alice bit her lip. What was there to think about? A week of glorious sunshine on a beautiful Greek island far far away from the bleak, Norfolk weather and the woes of office life. It was just what she needed.

‘Please, Alice! I know you’d never forgive yourself if you thought I was going on holiday all by myself! You’d never let that happen, would you?’

Alice looked at her sister. She was so good at getting people to do exactly what she wanted and, of course, Alice was going to say yes but not because Stella was trying to make her feel guilty. Alice really wanted to go but it occurred to her that she could use this as a bargaining chip.

‘Oh, Alice! I’ll be so miserable all on my own!’ Stella continued, her face as long as a bloodhound’s.

Alice held her hands up in mock defeat. ‘Okay,’ she said. ‘I’ll come with you. On one condition.’

‘What?’ Stella said.

‘You come with me on Dad’s birthday and give him a really brilliant day out.’

Stella took a deep breath. She didn’t look happy and, for a moment, Alice thought her bribe wasn’t going to work. But it did. ‘Okay!’ Stella said at last.

‘Promise?’

‘I promise,’ Stella said. ‘I’ll be there.’