lot on the plane. I decided I’m going to make this a real turning point in my life. I’m going to concentrate on my career, and finish my book, and be really focused — and just…”
“Show them,” finishes Suze.
“Exactly. Just show them.”
It’s amazing what a bit of home comfort does for the spirit. Half an hour and three cups of tea later, I’m feeling a million times better. I’m even quite enjoying telling Suze about New York, and all the things I did. When I tell her about going to the spa, and where exactly they wanted to put a crystal tattoo, she starts laughing so hard she almost chokes.
“Hey,” I say, a sudden thought striking me. “Have you finished the KitKats?”
“No, I haven’t,” says Suze, wiping her eyes. “They seem to go more slowly when you’re not around. So, what did Luke’s mum say? Did she want to see the results?” And she starts gurgling with laughter again.
“Hang on, I’ll just get a couple,” I say, and start to head toward Suze’s room, where they’re kept.
“Actually—” says Suze, and her laughter abruptly stops. “No, don’t go in there.”
“Why?” I say, stopping in surprise. “What’s in your…” I tail off as Suze’s cheeks slowly turn pink. “Suze!” I say, backing quietly away from the door. “No. Is there someone in there?”
I stare at her, and she pulls her dressing gown around her defensively, without saying anything.
“I don’t believe it!” My voice squeaks incredulously. “I go away for five minutes and you start having a torrid affair!”
This is cheering me up more than anything else. There’s nothing like hearing a juicy piece of gossip to raise your spirits.
“It’s not a torrid affair!” says Suze at last. “It’s not an affair at all.”
“So, who is it? Do I know him?”
Suze gives me an agonized look.
“OK, just… I just have to explain. Before you… you jump to the wrong conclusion, or…” She closes her eyes. “God, this is hard.”
“Suze, what’s wrong?”
Suddenly there’s the sound of stirring from inside Suze’s bedroom, and we stare at each other.
“OK, listen. It was just a one-off,” she says quickly. “Just a… a really impetuous, stupid… I mean…”
“What’s wrong, Suze?” I pull a face. “Oh God, it’s not Nick, is it?”
Nick is Suze’s last boyfriend — the one who was constantly depressed and getting drunk and blaming Suze. A complete nightmare, to be honest. But I mean, that was over months ago.
“No, it’s not Nick. It’s… Oh God.”
“Suze—”
“OK! But you have to promise to—”
“To what?”
“To not… react.”
“Why should I react?” I say, laughing a little. “I mean, I’m not a prude! All we’re talking about is…”
I tail off as Suze’s door opens — and it’s only Tarquin, looking not at all bad, in chinos and the jumper I gave him.
“Oh,” I say in surprise. “I thought you were going to be Suze’s new—”
I break off and look at Suze with a grin.
But she doesn’t grin back. She’s chewing her nails, avoiding my eyes — and her cheeks growing redder and redder.
I glance at Tarquin — and he looks away, too.
No. No.
She can’t mean—
No.
But…
No.
My brain can’t cope with this. Something’s about to short-circuit.
“Erm, Tarquin,” says Suze, in a high-pitched voice. “Could you go and buy some croissants?”
“Oh, ahm… OK,” says Tarquin, a little stiltedly. “Morning, Becky.”
“Morning!” I say. “Nice to… to see you. Nice… jumper.”
There’s a frozen silence in the kitchen as he walks out, which remains until we hear the front door slam. Then, very slowly, I turn to face Suze.
“Suze…”
I don’t even know how to begin.
“Suze… that was Tarquin.”
“Yes, I know,” she says, studying the kitchen counter intently.
“Suze… are you and Tarquin—”
“No!” she exclaims, as though she’s been scalded. “No, of course not! It’s just… we just…” She stops.
“You just…” I say encouragingly.
“Once or twice…”
There’s a long pause.
“With Tarquin,” I say, just to make sure.
“Yes,” she says.
“Right,” I say, nodding my head as though this is a completely reasonable scenario. But my mouth is twitching and I can feel a strange pressure rising inside me — half shock, half hysterical laughter. I mean, Tarquin. Tarquin!
A sudden giggle escapes from me and I clamp my hand over my mouth.
“Don’t laugh!” wails Suze. “I knew you’d laugh!”
“I’m not laughing!” I protest. “I think it’s great!” I give another snort of laughter, and try to pretend I’m coughing. “Sorry! Sorry. So — how did it happen?”
“It was at that party in Scotland!” she wails. “There was no one else there except loads of ancient aunts. Tarquin was the only other person under ninety. And somehow… he looked all different! He had on this really nice Paul Smith jersey, and his hair looked kind of cool — and it was like, is that really Tarquin? And I got quite pissed — and you know what that does to me. And there he was…” She shakes her head helplessly. “I don’t know. He was just… transformed. God knows how it happened!”
There’s silence. I can feel my cheeks growing redder and redder.
“You know what, Suze,” I admit sheepishly at last. “I think it kind of might have been… my fault.”
“Your fault?” She raises her head and stares at me. “How come?”
“I gave him the jumper. And the hairstyle.” I flinch at her expression. “But I mean, I had no idea it would lead to… to this! All I did was give him a look!”
“Well, you’ve got a lot to answer for!” cries Suze. “I’ve been so stressed. I just keep thinking, I must be a complete pervert.”
“Why?” I say, my eyes brightening. “What does he get you to do?”
“No, silly! Because we’re cousins. Well, distant cousins, but still…”
“Ooh.” I pull a face — then realize that isn’t exactly tactful. “But I mean, it’s not against the law or anything, is it?”
“Oh God, Bex!” wails Suze. “That really makes me feel better.”
She picks up her mug and mine, takes them over to the sink, and starts to run the tap.
“I just can’t believe you’re having a relationship with Tarquin!” I say.
“We’re not having a relationship!” squeals Suze, as though I’ve scalded her. “That’s the point. Last night was the very last time. We’re both completely agreed. It’ll never happen again. Never. And you mustn’t tell anyone.”
“I won’t.”
“No, I’m serious, Bex. You mustn’t tell anyone. No one!”
“I won’t! I promise! In fact—” I say, having a sudden idea. “I’ve got something for you.”
