“By the way,” says Luke. “There was a message from your mother on my mobile this afternoon. She wanted to know if we were still in Sri Lanka, or had we gone to Malaysia yet?”
He lifts his eyebrows comically at me, and I feel a giggle rise. They are all going to get such a shock! They’re all going to be so thrilled to see us!
And suddenly I’m full of excitement. We’re on our way home!
Four
OH MY GOD. We’ve done it. We’re back! We’re actually back on English soil.
Or, at least, English tarmac. We spent last night in Luke’s flat, and now we’re driving along the Surrey roads in a hired car, all ready to surprise Mum and Dad. In about two minutes we’ll arrive at their house! It’s just after eleven, so they’ll be having coffee in the garden as usual, with no idea!
I can barely keep still for excitement. In fact, I keep banging my knee on the South American tribal mask. I can just see the looks on Mum and Dad’s faces when they see us! Mum’s face will light up, and Dad will look astounded, then his face will break into a smile… and we’ll be running to each other through the clouds of smoke…
Actually, maybe there won’t be any clouds of smoke. I’m thinking of The Railway Children. But anyway, it’ll be fantastic. The most fantastic reunion ever!
To be honest, Mum and Dad have probably found it quite hard-going without me. I’m their only daughter, and this is the longest they’ve ever had to go without seeing me. Ten whole months.
I will so make their day, coming back home.
We swing into Mayfield Avenue and for the first time I feel just the tiniest twinge of nerves.
“Luke, should we have called?” I say.
“Too late now,” Luke replies calmly, and signals left.
We’re nearly at our street. Oh God. I really am starting to feel jittery.
“What if they’re so shocked to see us that they have heart attacks?” I say in sudden panic.
“I’m sure they’ll be fine!” Luke laughs. “Don’t worry!”
And now we’re in Elton Road, my parents’ road. We’re coming up to their house. We’re here.
Luke pulls into the drive and turns off the engine. For a moment neither of us moves.
“Ready?” says Luke.
Feeling suddenly self-conscious, I get out of the car and slam the door. It’s a bright, sunny day and the street is quiet, apart from a few birds twittering and the distant sound of a lawn mower.
I walk up to the front door, hesitate, and then, with a sudden surge of excitement, lift my hand and firmly press the bell.
Nothing happens.
I wait a few moments, then ring again. But there’s silence.
They’re not in.
How can they not be in?
I feel indignant. Where on earth are my parents? They’re always home! That’s where they belong! Don’t they realize their only beloved daughter is back from her round-the-world trip?
“We could go for a coffee and come back later,” suggests Luke.
“I suppose so,” I say, trying to hide my disappointment.
This has ruined my whole plan. I was all ready for our great emotional reunion — not going off for a stupid cup of coffee!
Disconsolate, I walk up the path and lean on the wrought-iron gate. I fiddle with the broken catch, which Dad has said for twenty years he’s going to mend, and look at the roses which Mum and Dad had put in last year for our wedding. God, we’ve been married nearly a year. That’s a weird thought.
Suddenly I hear the distant sound of voices traveling along the street. I raise my head and squint. A pair of figures has just rounded the corner.
It’s them! It’s Mum and Dad! Mum’s in a print dress and Dad’s in a pink short-sleeve shirt, and they both look tanned and healthy.
“Mum!” I shriek. “Dad!” I open my arms wide. “We’re back!”
Mum and Dad look up, and both freeze to the spot. Suddenly I notice they’ve got someone else with them. Some woman. Or girl. I can’t see properly in this bright sunlight.
“Mum!” I cry again. “Dad!”
The strange thing is, they aren’t moving. They must be too shell-shocked by my appearance or something. Maybe they think I’m a ghost.
“I’m back!” I yell. “It’s me, Becky! Surprise!”
Then, to my utter astonishment, Mum and Dad start retreating.
What… What are they doing? They were supposed to be running toward me.
They disappear round the corner and for a few moments I’m too baffled to speak.
“Luke, was that Mum and Dad?” I say at last.
“I think so.” Luke sounds equally puzzled.
“And did they really… run away from me?”
I’m stricken. My own parents, running away from me as though I’ve got the plague.
“No!” Luke says quickly. “Of course not. They probably just didn’t see you. Look!” He suddenly points. “There they are again.”
Sure enough, Mum and Dad have appeared round the corner again, this time without the girl. They walk along for a few steps, then Dad dramatically grabs Mum and points at me.
“Look!” he says. “It’s Becky!”
“Becky!” Mum exclaims in a stilted voice. “It can’t be true!”
She sounds just like she did in the amateur dramatics Agatha Christie last year, when she played the lady who discovered the body.
“Becky! Luke!” Dad calls.
And now they really are running toward us, and I feel a huge swell of emotion rising.
“Mum!” I shout. “Dad! We’re back!”
I race toward them, throwing my hands out. I land in Dad’s arms, and the next moment Mum’s there too, and we’re all in a great big hug.
“You’re home!” Dad exclaims. “Welcome back, darling!”
“Is everything all right?” Mum peers at me anxiously. “Are you OK?”
“We’re fine! We just decided to come home early! We wanted to see you all!” I squeeze Mum tightly. “We knew you’d be missing us!”
All three of us walk back to the house, where Dad shakes Luke’s hand and Mum gives him an enormous hug.
“I can’t believe it,” she says, looking from Luke to me. “I just can’t believe it. Luke, your hair! It’s so long!”
“I know.” He grins at me. “It’ll be coming off before I go to work.”
I open my mouth automatically to protest, then close it again. I’m feeling too joyful to start arguing. Instead I beam happily back at him, my arm still linked inside Dad’s. This is how I imagined it. Everyone together and happy. Although… I’m still wondering what was going on earlier.
Impulsively I hug Mum again with my free arm. “It’s so lovely to see you!”
“It’s lovely to see you, darling!” She hugs me back and I inhale the familiar scent of her Green Irish Tweed perfume, which she’s been wearing as long as I can remember.
“That’s a relief to hear!” I laugh. “Because it almost looked like you were…” I break off, feeling a bit awkward.
