‘She’s got a cleaner. Or a housekeeper. I’m not sure of the difference.’
‘Fancy.’
‘I think she needed someone at the end. I wish we’d known.’
‘It’s not our fault,’ Ruby said robustly. ‘She could’ve called.’
‘She might not have known you lived in Bath.’ What an awful thought. Iris all alone out here, her great-niece just down the road.
Ruby shrugged. Then she said, ‘It’s weird that she left you the house, though.’
‘I know,’ Gwen said, feeling awkward.
‘She always liked you the best.’
‘I don’t know about that,’ Gwen said. ‘I actually can’t remember her at all. It’s a bit odd.’ Which was an understatement. Ever since getting the letter from Laing & Sons, she’d been thinking about Iris and finding a strange blank, like typed words snowed over with Tippex.
‘God, do you remember that chicken she had?’ Ruby paused, hand on hip and a faraway expression on her face.
Gwen shook her head.
‘Oh, you do. It was like her pet or something. You nearly stood on it, remember? Iris went mental, but it wasn’t your fault. I mean, who keeps a chicken in the house? Bloody disgusting.’
‘I don’t remember.’ Gwen closed her eyes. A wave of nausea, like she was riding a roller coaster, swooped through her stomach and she opened her eyes again.
‘You must,’ Ruby was saying. ‘You cried all the way home and Gloria took us for ice cream. She never did that. You must remember.’
Gwen’s mouth filled with saliva. She tasted strawberry at the back of her throat and almost gagged. ‘I remember the ice cream. Just not Iris. Not the house.’ She gestured around. ‘I don’t remember any of this. Not at all.’ And that couldn’t be right.
‘Well, we only came here once or twice. And you were young.’
‘Not that young. Thirteen, maybe?’ Gwen had a horrible feeling she knew why there was a blank in her memory. She’d probably asked too many questions and Gloria had solved the problem with a memory charm. Charms and hexes and simple casting were the kinds of thing Gloria had taught Gwen while other mothers were showing their kids how to bake fairy cakes.
Ruby shrugged. ‘Well, you’re not missing much. Apart from the chicken, it was pretty boring. Gloria and Iris talking and pretending they weren’t arguing.’
‘I don’t remember,’ Gwen said again, hating that she sounded so forlorn, hating that being back in Pendleford was reminding her of all the things she’d tried so hard to forget.
‘I don’t care,’ Ruby said robustly. ‘It’s all in the past. Gloria’s escaped to Oz and Great-Aunt Iris is dead; what does any of it matter?’
Gwen pulled a face. ‘I just feel guilty. I don’t deserve this place. I hardly knew the woman.’
‘Well, according to Gloria, we were better off without her.’
‘I guess.’ Gwen handed her a mug, then sat down at the table to sip from her own.
‘It’s not our fault,’ Ruby said. ‘Gloria’s the one who cut contact. We were just kids.’
They had been forbidden from having anything to do with Iris. In fact, sitting in her house was probably still a capital offence. Whether she had passed on or not. Gwen was just going to ask Ruby if she had any idea what had caused the schism between Gloria and Iris, when Ruby said, ‘Look, she was a grown woman with her own friends and family and life. We weren’t part of it, through no fault of our own, but that doesn’t mean we missed out or that she missed out.’ She looked around the kitchen again. ‘It doesn’t mean anything.’
‘Then why leave me her house?’
Ruby frowned. ‘How the hell should I know? Dementia?’
‘That’s not funny,’ Gwen said. After a moment, she added, ‘She sent me birthday cards.’
‘Did she? When?’
‘Every year after I turned thirteen. After we stopped visiting.’
Ruby opened her eyes wide. ‘That’s weird. What did she write?’
‘Nothing. Just her name. Just her initial, actually. I used to hide them from Gloria. Did she –’
‘No. Nothing.’ Ruby shook her head. ‘She never sent me anything. Didn’t give me a house, either. It’s not fair.’
Gwen thought that Ruby was only half-joking. ‘Good thing you married rich.’
Ruby looked around. ‘Can you imagine what David would do to this place?’
Gwen shuddered. David was a good man, but he was an architect and didn’t seem able to appreciate a house unless it had weirdly big windows or a glass atrium in the middle or a roof made out of turf.
‘Well …’ Ruby had stopped assessing the house and focused on Gwen. It was disconcerting. ‘I see you’re still dressing like an art student. People will think you’re mad.’
‘I look fine,’ Gwen said. ‘For my job, this is normal.’
Ruby pulled a face. ‘If you say so.’
Gwen thought about telling Ruby about the people she knew from the art fair circuit. Next to Bonkers Brenda, who crocheted bikinis and embroidered them with little faces, and often wore her creations on the outside of her clothes, she was positively conformist.
After a moment of silence, Ruby said, ‘Are we going to pretend the last year didn’t happen?’
Gwen realised that she didn’t have the energy for a showdown with Ruby. The stress of the last few weeks and the oddness of being back in Pendleford crowded everything else out. ‘I really don’t want to argue. I’m too freaked out by all this.’
‘Fine with me,’ Ruby said. She pursed her lips. ‘It’s unseemly.’
Gwen laughed. ‘Unseemly?’
‘And it’s bad for my chi.’
Gwen stopped laughing.
‘I’ve had a course of colonics and I don’t want to retox.’ Ruby spoke as if expecting a medal of some kind.
‘You had what now?’
Ruby gave her a withering look. ‘You know perfectly well what it is.’
‘And you paid for that?’
‘Mock away. I feel lighter.’
‘I bet you do.’
‘In my soul,’ Ruby said and the shock of hearing Ruby saying a word as loaded and mumbo-jumbo as ‘soul’ shut Gwen up.
‘I’m doing yoga now, too,’ Ruby said.
Gwen looked at Ruby in disbelief. ‘Yoga?’
‘It’s transformed my life,’ Ruby said. Her expression was a mix of anxiety and defiance, exactly the same as
