herself pregnant. She’ll go far, that girl.’
‘I know she will. We talked about all that too – A levels, university. She’d like to go to Frazer House for sixth form.’
‘Oh. Can you afford it?’ Frazer House was private.
‘No. But I think we should try. She’d do so well there. I’m going to persuade Dan that we should borrow it, crawl to the bank manager.’
I was silenced. Jennie didn’t believe in borrowing, it was against all her instincts. She kept a very tight hold on the purse strings, but then again, as she always said, she had to. Dan would blow it all on the three-thirty at Kempton if he could.
‘Don’t think you’ll have any difficulty there, then,’ I grinned.
She smiled. ‘No, I know. And I do also know,’ she eyed me sheepishly, ‘that I am a controlling old bag at times, but trust me, you’d be the same with my family.’
I wouldn’t, I knew. I’d be more like Dan; but that would be hopeless, wouldn’t it? People like Dan and me frittered money until there was nothing left – like Dad, I realized, remembering too my hefty cheque to the hunt. Because it didn’t really interest me. Careful people like Jennie were crucial. But then, that’s what I’d thought I had with Phil. And look how careless he’d turned out to be? With feelings, rather than money.
‘And there is a boy,’ went on Jennie, still with Frankie. She sipped her coffee. ‘The only problem is, it’s Hugo.’
‘Hugo!’ I turned back from stuffing my sheets in. I was astonished. Hugo. Angus and Sylvia’s rather gorgeous grandson, who hunted to hounds in the holidays and was currently on his gap year before going to Cambridge. He was very much not what I’d expected, and very much the property of one of Angie’s girls, surely?
‘I thought he was joined at the hip with Clarissa?’
‘That’s what Clarissa thought too, and is mighty upset about it. She considers him to be her property – even though he’s never been out with her. She knows he’s with a friend of hers but she doesn’t know who. He wants to break it to her gently, which is why it’s a secret.’
I remembered Frankie running under cover of darkness to a car outside the pub, which of course was where he worked. Remembered too Angie telling me Clarissa was upset about a boy.
‘Oh. Good for Frankie.’ I couldn’t help it.
She grinned. ‘I know. He’s a lovely boy.’ Suddenly she looked defiant. ‘But then she’s a lovely girl. Interesting too. Not your run-of-the-mill, giggle at everything, flicky-haired type.’
‘Quite.’
‘She wants to grow it,’ she said absently. ‘Take it back a shade or two. More tawny.’
‘Good idea.’
We were silent a moment. My mind flew back to Jennie, years ago, struggling with this defiant, wilful child, whose alcoholic mother had become more and more disinterested. There’d been some good years after that, between the ages of about nine and twelve, when all that mattered had been getting in the netball team in the winter and the rounders team in the summer – Jennie had even bribed the teacher with chocolate brownies once – but then some tricky ones. Could it be that she and Frankie were entering a good phase again? And could it last, this time? Jennie had certainly put her back into it, even if at times she felt she hadn’t.
‘Dan must be pleased? That you two are back on track?’ I hazarded, closing the machine door with an effort. Too full.
‘Yes, even though it’s slightly at his expense and he’s been cast as the tyrannical Dickensian father.’
‘That was just shock talking.’
‘I know, and Frankie knows it too. Yes, Dan’s pleased. In fact I’d go so far as to say he was positively smug last night. I assumed he’d be asleep when I finally crawled upstairs after my session with Frankie, but there he was, propped up on pillows, bright-eyed and banking on me being extremely grateful.’
‘Ah.’ I laughed. ‘Bad luck.’
‘Actually I rather enjoyed it. Didn’t seem like the onerous duty it sometimes does. I joined in for a change, rather than viewing it entirely as a spectator sport.’
‘Slightly too much information, Jennie.’
‘Sorry. Just explaining the baggy eyes this morning.’ She grinned sheepishly and hid them in her coffee. They twinkled a bit. ‘Anyway, we made a sort of pact to go away on our own for a few days after Christmas. Get to know each
