Someone You Know. Olivia Isaac-Henry
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Название: Someone You Know
Автор: Olivia Isaac-Henry
Издательство: HarperCollins
isbn: 9780008317751
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I don’t notice the meeting has finished until people stand up and start drifting away. Nadine is still tapping on her laptop.
‘A word before you go, Tess,’ she says, still typing.
‘Sorry about being so late, there was— ’
‘Yes, I know,’ she says. ‘The traffic, the trains. I didn’t realise you were the only person in the office who uses public transport.’ She looks up. ‘I don’t want to have to take this to HR, so it’s an informal chat this time.’ She lets her words sink in. My mouth’s still open mid excuse when she continues, ‘But you’re not adding much value to the team right now. The lateness, missing targets, complaints from clients.’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘I’m looking for a bit of passion or, better still, some new ideas. It’s why we hired you.’
‘I know. I’m sorry. Things have been a bit difficult lately. I’ll sort myself out.’ I can’t lose my job on top of everything else. ‘And I’ve got some ideas, good ideas, new social media strategies. I’ve been working through them this week. I’m just not ready to present.’
‘Really? Tess, that’s great. We’d love to see you back on form.’
Christ, she’s genuinely excited about this. I’m not even that enthusiastic about my vices any more. I strain my jaw into a smile, which sets off a throbbing in my temples, and I go back to slump behind my desk and pretend to look at spreadsheets until Nadine goes to a meeting in another building. Then I go to the Café Nero over the road for another Americano. I smoke a cigarette outside with the coffee before returning to my desk to browse the Net-a-Porter website for clothes I can’t afford, ones that will turn me into Soraya and Adrianne. My phone rings. It’s Dad again. This time I pick up.
‘Tess.’
His voice sounds different, strained and breathless.
‘Tess,’ Dad repeats.
The phone feels suddenly heavy in my hand.
‘Dad,’ I say.
‘Something’s happened, Tess.’
‘Where are you?’
‘I’m at home. The police are here.’
The edges of the room begin to blur.
‘What’s happened?’
Cassie puts down the folder she’s holding and looks over to my desk.
‘Tess, I don’t know how to tell you.’
‘Stop it, Dad. You’re frightening me.’
Cassie’s by my side. My throat tightens, I can’t breathe. I know now why he’s been ringing. I know what he’s going to say.
‘Sweetheart,’ he says. ‘It’s her. They’ve found Edie.’
Edie: August 1993
Edie gulped in the smoke drifting towards the kitchen door. Tess was helping Dad pile up the coals on the barbecue. Soon, the blackened lumps would stop smoking and Uncle Ray would cook her burger. It had to be Uncle Ray. His were the best, not burnt on the outside and raw in the middle like Dad’s. Then they’d cut the cake, open the presents and it would really feel like their birthday.
She ran out onto the lawn calling to Tess, who turned around just as Mr Vickers came out of his back door. The smoke was billowing across the garden and over the fence. He waved his arms around as if about to suffocate. Dad was too busy fussing with the coals to look up. In the end, Mr Vickers stomped back into his house and slammed the door.
Edie grinned at Tess, who rolled her eyes, old sucking lemons. They laughed and Edie grabbed Tess’s hands and span her round. Sucking lemons, sucking lemons. She leant back and they span faster, round and round. Edie tipped her head to the sky and was momentarily blinded by the high sun. She closed her eyes and absorbed the heat, leaning further back, spinning faster and faster.
‘Too fast, Edie,’ Tess said.
She sounded far away. Blood rushed round Edie’s head. She felt as if her feet could lift off the ground and she would fly.
‘Too fast, Edie.’
She relaxed her grip. Tess’s hands slipped from hers and she shot towards the lawn and landed flat on her back. She opened her eyes to the empty blue sky and started laughing before pulling herself onto her elbows. Tess was splayed in the flower bed. Edie laughed harder. Dad ran over from the barbecue.
‘Tess, love, are you hurt?’
Tess’s face was scrunched up ready to cry.
‘I’m OK,’ she said quietly and rubbed her arm.
Dad pulled her to her feet.
‘Are you sure you’re alright?’
‘Yes, Dad.’
He glanced down at the flattened flowers, the pretty blue ones he’d planted for Mum. They were difficult to grow in the heavy clay soil, but he had found a way. He didn’t say anything about them and brushed Tess down instead.
Edie jumped to her feet. Tess still looked as if she were about to cry. She mustn’t cry, not on their birthday.
‘I’ll get you some lemonade,’ Edie said.
She ran into the kitchen via the side door. The dim light and cold contrasted with the day outside. Edie looked through their lounge to see Auntie Becca bustling her way through the front door, two bowls of salad, a lasagne and a trifle balanced in her arms.
‘I thought I’d bring these, Gina.’
A blur of black and tan tore past. Auntie Becca’s knees jerked forwards and her body fell backwards into the wall, as her Welsh terrier rushed to jump up at Edie. She flapped him away. He sniffed the bottom of the stairs, gave one bark, before running through the kitchen and out into the garden.
Mum dashed towards Auntie Becca.
‘Are you alright?’
Somehow, Auntie Becca had held onto all the dishes. Mum took them from her and put them down on the kitchen counter. Edie examined them. The trifle looked alright, but there was no point in a lasagne when they were having a barbecue and Mum’s salads looked better than the pile of limp leaves in Auntie Becca’s patterned glass bowls.
‘Thank you, Gina,’ Auntie Becca said.
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