The Missing Husband. Amanda Brooke

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СКАЧАТЬ enough. You can rest assured that I’m fine and dandy. Now, could you please leave me in peace so I can get on with my cooking,’ Jo said, then casually added, ‘I expect you’ve got a lot to do too. Wicked Stepmother costumes don’t make themselves, you know.’

      There was stony silence at the other end of the phone and then, ‘Bloody teenagers. So I suppose you already know what my next question will be.’

      Jo tried not to let her smile reveal itself in her voice. ‘Not really. I can’t imagine what you would be asking of your little sister who’s been complaining of exhaustion.’

      ‘But you’ve just said you were fine and dandy!’

      Jo yawned.

      ‘Don’t do that, you’ll get me started,’ Steph said immediately stifling a yawn. ‘You will help, won’t you?’

      ‘Of course I will.’

      ‘But only if it’s not too much for you and of course I’ll do what I can to help.’

      ‘I’ll do it.’

      ‘Not that I can do much – you’re the creative one – but I can sew on buttons, cut things out, that kind of thing. And I’ll do all the running around …’

      ‘Stephany,’ Jo interjected, ‘I said I’ll do it.’

      ‘Thanks, Jo. And in return I’ll give David a ring to tell him he had better start fussing over his wife and the future mother of his children or he’ll have me to answer to.’

      ‘Erm, I don’t think so. I can manage my own affairs, thank you very much! I’ll come over at the weekend and we can start planning the costume but for now, will you please let me go?’

      With the call ended, Jo tried to concentrate on the pie she was making, but a frown furrowed her brow as the conversation with her sister played over in her mind. Jo was the first to volunteer her services for most things, to the point that it was almost expected of her, and she genuinely didn’t mind. She rarely felt put upon so her refusal to drive David to the station had come as a surprise to both of them. But it wasn’t the lift that had got to her; it was the principle. Steph was right, all Jo really wanted was for David to fuss over her. Of course she couldn’t tell him that because she had been the one who had elected to become pregnant, not him, but that didn’t stop her wanting to be cosseted like any other pregnant wife.

      Jo looked at the neat piles of perfectly cubed vegetables she was still in the process of preparing and then at the illuminated clock on the microwave. She worked out that if she left now there was just enough time to collect him from Lime Street Station, but before she could give into the impulse, she visualised David walking into the house where the welcoming aromas of crisp, golden pie crust would give him his first embrace, quickly followed by another from his adoring wife. The hug would be all the more appreciated after a long walk on a cold, dark and miserable night. Her mind was settled.

       4

      Jo swirled the contents of her glass and watched it bubble and fizz. Not for the first time, she wished it were wine rather than the sparkling water that was meant to settle her stomach, which was also fizzing and bubbling. She glanced up at the clock above the fireplace. There were no numerals on the timepiece, just a collection of silvery shards arranged in a starburst effect, the longest and sharpest marking the quarter hours. After years of practice Jo could tell the time to the exact minute and it was now showing ten minutes past nine.

      She had already gone through a mental calculation of what time she had expected David to return home. He had texted to say his train was due into Lime Street at ten past seven and she knew it would have taken less than an hour to complete the rest of the journey home. She had already checked online and there was no reported travel disruption – and even if he had missed the connection to West Allerton, he would have taken the bus or even jumped in a taxi. She couldn’t think of a single scenario where he wouldn’t have made it home by now.

      She had lost count of how many times she had tried to phone him but that didn’t stop her picking up her phone and trying again. She pressed redial and, as expected, David’s mobile went straight through to voicemail. He had said his phone was almost out of charge and that he would be switching it off to conserve the last dregs of power, but while that might explain why he wasn’t answering, it didn’t explain why he wasn’t home.

      ‘Hi, just wondering where you are,’ she said having decided to leave a message this time. She kept her tone light but didn’t doubt that David would recognize the strain in her voice. ‘Can you give me a call and let me know what’s happening? That offer still stands if you want me to pick you up.’ She paused, unsure how to end the call. ‘I love you,’ she whispered even though her traitor fingers had cut off the call the moment she recalled his earlier omission of any such sentiment in his text.

      ‘Oh, FB, when will we ever grow up?’ She gave her bump a gentle rub that gave her, rather than the baby, some much-needed comfort. ‘We’re like big kids. I can’t say I love you because it’s your turn to say it next,’ she added in a childish voice. ‘But he already knows I love him, just like I know he loves me.’

      She was getting tired of the games they played. What used to be playful battles over who could remember the details of their first meeting or their first date; who could find the best surprise gift; or who could prove they loved the other more; had taken on a more serious tone of late. She wished this silly spat over a stupid lift to the station had never been started and she was annoyed with herself as much as she was with him.

      Jo returned her gaze to her drink while her ears strained for the sound of approaching footsteps or the jangle of keys in the lock. All she could hear was the background music that she had already turned down until the three tenors had been reduced to the faintest warble.

      Draining her glass, Jo stood up and switched off the music before heading back into the kitchen. She couldn’t drink any more sparkling water, so she washed and dried her glass then returned it to the dining table where she had laid two place settings. The crystal candelabra had sparkled an hour ago but the candles had burned themselves out and the romantic ambience she had been trying to create had lost its appeal, as had the pie, which was slowly drying in the oven. She wasn’t sure she could face food now; her stomach was knotted up with nerves. Or was it anger? She wasn’t sure how to feel and wouldn’t know until David arrived home safely and explained why he couldn’t have warned her he was running late.

      During her absence from the living room, the minute hand of the clock had sneaked past the hour but there was nothing Jo could do except resume her vigil. Each time she blinked, she could see the ghostly impression of the starburst burnt on to the back of her eyelids.

      For the next hour and a half Jo remained in the living room. If this was David’s idea of punishing her he couldn’t have planned it better. Jo hid her insecurities well but they were there and they tormented her now. Only a single lamp glowed in her self-imposed prison, its light too weak to reach the shadows into which she had crawled and was determined to remain until her husband appeared. Other than the torturously slow progress of the hands around the clock, the only other movement in the room came from the rhythmic strum of Jo’s fingers on the armchair. Occasionally the glare of headlights swept across the window blinds, causing the strumming to halt and Jo’s heartbeat to quicken. But without fail the car would continue on its journey, taking with it the hope that a taxi was about to pull up outside and put her out of her misery.

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