The Hidden Women: An inspirational novel of sisterhood and strength. Kerry Barrett

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СКАЧАТЬ not a horse.’ I frowned at her, to warn her he was approaching. ‘And it’s unprofessional to have a crush on someone I’m researching. And how can I date anyone? I’ve got Dora to think about.’

      ‘Lot of excuses, there, Nell,’ Miranda said. ‘Protesting too much, I think …’

      She stopped talking as Jack approached. He put a tray of drinks down, slopping some of his beer on to the table, and beamed at Miranda.

      ‘Hello, hello, hello,’ he said, gleefully shaking her hand. ‘I’ve heard lots about you from Helena.’

      Again with the way he said my name. I imagined him saying it to other people. ‘Have you met my wife – Helena?’ and smiled to myself.

      ‘Nell,’ Miranda said, giving me a shove. ‘Are you with us?’

      I blinked, startled out of my daydream. ‘Sorry,’ I said. ‘I was just thinking about Lil.’

      ‘Oh yes, tell me more,’ Jack said. He began taking the drinks off the tray and I helped him, trying to make sure he didn’t spill any more than he already had. I handed Miranda a wine glass and a napkin to wipe up splatters and poured some Pinot Grigio for us both.

      ‘Is Lil your dad’s sister?’ Jack drank a mouthful of beer.

      ‘No, she’s Dad’s aunt, actually,’ Miranda said. ‘Our parents are both only children. But Lil was the baby of her family, so she’s not really that much older than Dad.’

      ‘You said she was very special to you?’ Jack prompted.

      Miranda and I looked at each other. We didn’t often talk about when we were growing up.

      I took a breath. ‘We had a bit of an unconventional childhood,’ I began.

      ‘And you have two other siblings, am I right?’

      He’d remembered what I’d told him. Miranda, obviously impressed, smiled. ‘That’s right,’ she said. ‘There’s Andy and Imogen, too.’

      ‘Andy’s nearly thirty, and Immy’s twenty-six,’ I added.

      Jack nodded. ‘I always wanted brothers and sisters when I was growing up,’ he said. ‘I’d like to have lots of kids.’

      Miranda gave me a meaningful look and I spluttered on my wine. Jack thumped me on the back.

      ‘Easy there,’ he said. ‘No need to gulp.’

      Miranda, looking chic and businesslike in what seemed to be a very expensive suit, with her curly hair pulled back into a neat twist, leaned back in the booth and carried on talking while I wiped my mouth with the napkin Jack offered.

      ‘Our parents are both creative and a bit scatty,’ she said.

      I snorted. ‘Scatty,’ I said. ‘Forgetful, more like.’

      ‘When we were growing up they weren’t great with money,’ Miranda went on. ‘Bills often went unpaid. The electricity would go off. They weren’t poor. Just disorganised.’

      ‘But when we were really small, it was all fun,’ I said. ‘We were too little to know any different and all we knew was they loved us.’

      ‘But when Mum had Imogen, things changed,’ Miranda said. ‘Postnatal depression, I guess. Though it took a while for it to really get a hold of her.’

      Jack nodded. ‘I have a friend who has depression,’ he said. ‘It’s like a gradual creeping up with him.’

      ‘That’s it exactly,’ Miranda said. ‘She didn’t just wake up depressed one morning, it was more like a downward spiral.’

      I let Miranda talk. She was two years older than me so she remembered it better.

      ‘Once, Mum left Andy in my classroom when she dropped me at school, instead of taking him to nursery,’ she continued. ‘When my teacher noticed him, she rang Mum to come and get him. She was so upset.’

      ‘Andy wasn’t remotely bothered of course,’ I added, wanting to make Mum sound less awful.

      ‘But that’s when things started to go downhill. Mum wasn’t really functioning and Dad – well, like I said, he was “scatty”.’ Miranda made quote marks with her fingers. ‘Things got a bit messy for a while.’

      Jack smiled at me. ‘Did your mum work?’ he asked.

      ‘She still does,’ I said. ‘In fact, you might know of her – she’s an art historian.’

      ‘So that’s where you get it from,’ Jack said to me. I felt like a flower opening up in sunshine as he turned his gaze to me.

      Miranda butted in and I almost tutted because I was enjoying having Jack’s attention.

      ‘She’s an expert in Victorian painting and she’s often on those daytime antiques shoes. She’s brilliant, actually, on screen. She’s so enthusiastic and because she’s been a university lecturer forever she explains things really well. She writes books, too. We’re very proud of her, because it’s not been easy for her.’

      Jack was staring at Miranda. ‘I know her,’ he said, excitedly. ‘She’s got hair just like you but in a cloud round her face, right?’

      Miranda laughed. ‘That’s her,’ she said. ‘And she wears glasses like Helena’s.’

      I pushed my black-rimmed specs up my nose and grinned. ‘I don’t have the hair,’ I said, gesturing to my own poker-straight style. ‘But I did inherit the dodgy eyesight.’

      I felt we were giving Jack an unfair picture of our mother so I carried on. ‘Mum’s wonderful. She’s a brilliant grandmother to Dora, and Miranda’s little boy. She’s helped me out so much. I wouldn’t have been able to go back to work without knowing she was round the corner.’

      Miranda nodded. ‘She is fab,’ she said. ‘We’re lucky she got over her depression and that it never came back – not like it was.’

      ‘And what about your dad?’

      I felt a bit like Jack was researching us rather than me him, but somehow I didn’t mind.

      ‘Dad’s a composer,’ Miranda said. ‘He writes music for films and TV shows, and adverts sometimes too.’

      I shifted in my seat. ‘He did some of the music for Mackenzie,’ I said, wondering if I should have mentioned this before. ‘Not the theme but some of the incidental music.’

      He gaped at me in astonishment. ‘No,’ he said. ‘My Mackenzie?’

      ‘The very same.’

      Jack chuckled. ‘Isn’t it a small world, eh?’

      ‘Isn’t it,’ said Miranda. ‘Dad’s career was just taking off in the Nineties, when we were growing up. He worked long hours. And when Mum got ill, he wasn’t completely able to cope with four kids.’

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