‘She isn’t going to find out,’ said Maddy, feeling sick. ‘Because you aren’t going to tell her.’
‘I found out, though, didn’t I? I bloody wish I hadn’t, but I did. Because secrets don’t stay secrets around here.’ Jake took a gulp of cold coffee and grimaced. ‘You’re going to have to finish with him.
You know that, don’t you?’
In the space of five minutes, Maddy discovered, one of the most idyllic days of her life was turning into one of the very worst. And she knew who she had to thank for it too. Nuala, unable to work, had spent the afternoon in the Angel knocking back drink after drink. From there she had headed on down to watch the cricket. Keen to get the lowdown on Maddy’s married man, Jake had paid her a bit of flirtatious attention and in turn Nuala, her tongue by this time thoroughly loosened, would have tipsily confided in him. It was all so obvious, so predictable. Nuala had always been a blabbermouth.
‘Where are you going?’ demanded Jake.
In the split second before the front door slammed, Maddy shouted, ‘To sort something out.’
Nuala was upstairs in the living room wrestling with her long-sleeved T-shirt when she heard footsteps on the landing. With her top pulled half inside out over her head and her bra on show, all she could do was call out in a high-pitched voice, ‘Who’s that?’ and pray it wasn’t an after-hours gas man come to read the meter.
‘Me.’
Maddy. Well, that was good news. ‘Perfect timing,’ Nuala said happily. ‘I’m completely stuck. Can you give me a hand getting this off? Oh, and I can’t undo my bra either.’
‘How could you?’
Blindly, Nuala turned in the direction of Maddy’s voice. ‘What are you on about? I can’t, can I?
That’s why I’m asking you to do it for me.’
But the expected help didn’t materialise. Instead she heard Maddy say coldly, ‘You just couldn’t keep quiet, could you? I asked you not to tell anyone but you couldn’t resist it.’
Trapped within the confines of her T-shirt, Nuala’s face burned with indignation. ‘What are you talking about?’
‘I really thought I could trust you,’ Maddy retaliated furiously, ‘which just goes to show how stupid I am. You told Jake about Kerr and now, thanks to you,
‘You and Juliet are the only ones who know. Juliet would never breathe a word.’
This was true; Juliet made sphinxes look garrulous. Appalled, Nuala recalled lying on the grass all but ignoring the cricket, far more interested in chatting away to Jake. Let’s face it, she’d had a fair few drinks this afternoon — oh God, had she somehow managed to give the game away without even realising it?
‘I-I’m sure I didn’t,’ Nuala faltered, but it was too late; Maddy had seen the worried look in her eyes.
‘You mean you didn’t do it on purpose, it just slipped out,’ she hissed. ‘Well, thanks a lot, I won’t forget this in a hurry. I won’t be telling you anything in future that I don’t want broadcast all over town.
In fact, I probably won’t be telling you anything at all.’
Kate was serving large gins to a tweedy weekend couple when Maddy stomped back out through the bar without so much as a glance in her direction. Ten minutes later, as she was fetching fresh supplies of peanuts from the storeroom, she heard a voice plaintively calling her name from halfway up the stairs.
‘What is it?’ Popping her head round the corner, Kate saw Nuala looking pale and subdued.
‘Um, sorry, is Dexter busy?’
‘He’s shouting at the washer-upper. Want me to fetch him for you?’
‘Oh crikey, no, it’s not urgent. I just, well, I can’t get out of my T-shirt.’
Plonking the cards of dry- and honey-roasted peanuts back down on the shelf, Kate checked over her shoulder that no one was waiting to be served.
‘Here, I’ll give you a hand.’ As she reached the top of the stairs, she saw that Nuala had been crying. ‘Hey, are you OK?’
‘Fine.’ Nuala nodded falteringly, then shook her head as she reached the sanctuary of the living room.
‘Sorry, it just seems so pathetic, not being able to take off your own clothes. All I want to do is go to bed
— oh bugger, and now I need another tissue ..
Grabbing the box of Kleenex on the coffee table, Kate freed one just in time for Nuala to catch the tears dripping from her reddened nose.
‘Come on, what’s really wrong?’
‘Oh God, this is going to sound so stupid,’ Nuala blurted out, ‘and I know you and Maddy don’t get on, but she’s my best friend. The thing is, she told me something in confidence the other day and now she’s mad with me because she thinks I told someone else.’
Kate felt sick. So that was why Maddy had come storming over here.
‘And ... did you?’
Standing patiently, like a child being undressed by its mother, Nuala waited for Kate to free first her good arm, then her head, before carefully unrolling the T-shirt down over her immobile shoulder. Finally she shook her head.
‘I can’t remember doing it. I wouldn’t hurt Maddy for the world, but there’s no other way it could have got out. It
