of biscuits missing from the chocolate finger packet, Sophie said brightly, ‘Was it a birthday card?’
Marcella smiled; as far as Sophie was concerned, post was either birthday cards or bills. ‘No, darling, it’s not my birthday until November.’
Breaking a Hobnob in half, Sophie surreptitiously fed it to Bean – who proceeded to chomp away in a very unsurreptitious manner. Rolling her eyes – and looking uncannily like Jake – she said sympathetically, ‘Another bill then, I suppose. Electricity?’
‘Something like that,’ said Marcella.
Maybe it hadn’t been electricity, but it had certainly given her a shock.
Chapter 57
‘I hope you didn’t mind me coming.’ Estelle dodged out of the way of a porter wheeling a patient past on a hospital trolley.
‘No, no. Jake said you wanted to pop over.’ Vigorously Juliet shook her head.
It was a toss up, Estelle realised, which of the two of them was more nervous.
‘I wanted to clear the air. Get everything sorted out,’
she plunged on. ‘It’s OK, that’s what I’m trying to say. You and Oliver, well, it all happened years ago. Of course it was a shock at first, but I’m used to the idea now, so—’
‘I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you,’ Juliet blurted out, her cheeks pink with mortification. ‘I’m just so glad you and Oliver are back together.’
‘After me making the world’s biggest fool of myself.’
Estelle’s smile was rueful. ‘With Will Gifford.’
‘Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself,’ said Juliet. ‘If you ask me, it was the best thing you could have done. Made Oliver sit up and take notice, didn’t it?’
Estelle moved to one side to allow a group of medical students to pass. Out here in the hospital corridor, it struck her afresh how much she’d always liked Juliet Price. Rather more astonishing was the fact that Juliet had liked Oliver enough to have an affair with him. But now she and Jake had got it together —
‘So anyway, we’re OK,’ Estelle said hurriedly. ‘You and me. No awkwardness, no hard feelings, everything’s fine as far as I’m concerned. And we’re just so glad Tiff’s better.’
‘We are too. He’s always said how nice you were.’
Touched, Estelle said, ‘Hopefully we’ll get to know each other even better now. I’ve never had any nephews or nieces. Maybe I can be a kind of informal auntie.’
‘He’d love that. We’d all love that.’ Juliet smiled automatically as the doors of the paediatric unit swung open, spitting out a doctor she recognised.
‘Ah!’ Having headed past her up the corridor, the doctor did an abrupt about-turn and said, ‘Tiff’s blood test results came through. All clear. The consultant wants to see him at the ward round tomorrow, then if everything’s OK you can take him home after that. Take Tiff home,’ the doctor amended. ‘Not the consultant.’
‘Tomorrow?’ Juliet’s dark eyes glinted with tears. ‘Are you sure?’
‘Unless you want to leave him here,’ the doctor said with a grin, before turning and rushing off.
‘Here.’ Estelle pushed a clean tissue into Juliet’s hand. ‘Oh, thanks. I can’t believe he’s actually going home. Wait ‘til Jake and Sophie hear this.’
‘It’s brilliant news,’ said Estelle, happier than ever that she’d come along to the hospital.
Giving Juliet’s arm a reassuring squeeze, she said, ‘Now you can really celebrate.’
Kate was in her bedroom getting ready to go to work on Friday morning when she heard the doorbell.
ringing downstairs. Norris, who was lying on his side recovering from the exertions of their latest walk, lifted his head and cocked an inquisitive ear as the front door was opened and they were just able to make out the sound of a female voice.
Two female voices, in fact, Estelle being the one who had gone to answer the door. Putting the finishing touches to her lipstick and giving her hair a last hasty swoosh of Elnett, Kate said, ‘Who’s that then, hey? Shall we go and find out?’
Wagging his stumpy tail, Norris trotted downstairs at her heels. Whoever had rung the doorbell was now in the kitchen with Estelle; Kate could hear the mystery voice chattering away in there.
When she saw who it was, she was none the wiser. A tall gangly woman in her mid-fifties was sitting at the kitchen table with a pile of photo envelopes. Her lipstick was a garish shade of orange, her eyeshadow was electric-green and she was waving a photo at Estelle, of herself standing in front of — oh God — the Sydney Harbour bridge.
Looking up, the woman’s eyes widened. ‘And here he is!’ she exclaimed, bending in two like a marionette whose strings have been cut and flinging her arms wide. ‘Norris, baby!
‘Darling, this is Barbara Kendall, Norris’s owner,’ said Estelle, just in case Kate thought their visitor was a stray Jehovah’s Witness. ‘Barbara, this is my daughter Kate.’
‘Hello, dear, nice to meet you.’ Barbara nodded pleasantly. ‘How are you getting on with your face?’
Feeling sick, Kate said, ‘Excuse me?’
‘You know, settling back here in Ashcombe, letting other people get used to the sight of you. It doesn’t do to hide yourself away, you know. After a while they’ll hardly even notice, it’s like when my daughter had that terrible acne, I told her she was making a fuss over nothing, you just have to get out and get on with it, and it’s not as if spots last for ever. Although I suppose it’s different for you ...’
‘Have you come for Norris?’ Maybe this was a daft question, but Kate was struggling to stay calm. Was this scrawny garrulous woman seriously expecting to just roll up here and take Norris away from them?