The Mum Who Got Her Life Back. Fiona Gibson

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      Fair enough; I’d never want to pry. But I’d like to think that, at some point, he might feel able to tell me what happened.

      I glance at him. ‘You okay?’

      ‘Yeah, of course.’ He smiles.

      ‘Like I said, Sarah’s lovely – but we’re very different …’

      ‘I’m ready for my interrogation,’ he teases.

      ‘She won’t interrogate you. She does enough of that at work.’ Although not remotely intimidating off-duty, I suspect that my sister can come over as pretty scary when in professional mode; she is in charge of a team who inspects care homes and children’s nurseries. Meanwhile, Vic, her husband, is a car auctioneer, which I’m sure Jack would never have guessed, as they come out to greet us and, after warm hugs and handshakes, my brother-in-law struts around Jack’s battered old Fiat, as if sizing it up for sale.

      ‘This is your motor, Jack?’ he asks with a smirk.

      ‘It is, yeah,’ Jack says with a nod.

      ‘Ha! Surprised you got here in one piece …’ He crouches to poke at a corroded wheel arch.

      ‘C’mon, Vic,’ Sarah says tersely, ‘leave Jack’s car alone.’

      Vic grins at Jack. I’m fond of my brother-in-law; he’s a caring and generous husband of the traditional type. He barely cooks, but gardens enthusiastically, and their cars’ tyres will forever remain at the correct pressure whilst there is breath in his body. Plus, he’s a fantastic father to Scott and Ollie, who are in their mid-twenties and still live locally. Both boys are immensely practical; Scott rewired his parents’ house, and Ollie fitted their new kitchen. Sarah and Vic couldn’t hide their horror when, on a visit to my place, Alfie seemed utterly confused when I asked him to replace the bulb in the table lamp.

      ‘You’ve got a rust issue there, Jack,’ Vic observes, frowning.

      ‘Yeah, it is a bit of a wreck,’ Jack concedes.

      ‘You want to catch that before it goes any further. Got an abrasive wheel?’

      ‘Erm, I don’t think I have,’ Jack admits, as my sister and I exchange glances.

      ‘Well, you want to get one, or at least some sandpaper. Rub it down nice and smooth until it’s shiny metal. Get your primer on, then your paint and your topcoat …’

      ‘Yep, I’ll do that,’ Jack murmurs, and I’m overcome by an urge to hug him for playing along with this blokes’ talk.

      ‘I take it this old wreck’s just a stop-gap,’ Vic remarks.

      ‘Erm, well, not really,’ Jack admits, as Sarah tugs on Vic’s arm, coaxing her husband away from the car like a mother pulling her child away from the chocolates in the checkout aisle.

      ‘Maybe Jack’s perfectly happy with it,’ she retorts as we all head inside. Vic shrugs good-naturedly and fetches us drinks, and soon Scott and Ollie arrive, plus Ollie’s girlfriend Morvern, whom he lives with. I hadn’t expected such a gathering. Sarah had merely said the boys ‘might drop by’. But there are enthusiastic hellos and hugs, and it feels like quite a houseful as numerous dishes are brought from the oven, and we all settle around the huge kitchen table.

      Occasionally, during my seemingly endless years as a single person, Sarah would call to ask, ‘Are you … okay?’ All by yourself is what she meant. Of course I was. In fact, I slightly resented the implication that I might be falling apart without a man to look after me. But then, Sarah has always been protective, and since our parents died, eight years ago now, she has edged herself into a sort of motherly mode with me, despite being only four years older.

      As I chat to the boys and Morvern – whom I’ve met several times before – I become aware of my sister gently quizzing Jack about his life. ‘A charity shop? That sounds interesting. Oh, animal sanctuaries! That’s fantastic. Does all the funding come from the shops, or d’you have benefactors, or …’ On she goes, wanting to know all the details in the way that, when she inspects a care home, she leaves no stone unturned.

      Vic turns to me with a grin. ‘So, Nads, is your Alfie still seeing that posh bird?’

      ‘Yep, they’re planning to go travelling together this summer,’ I reply, at which Vic looks at Morvern.

      ‘He ditched us at Christmas for the aristocracy. Our own nephew!’ He laughs. ‘Our roast potatoes aren’t good enough for him anymore.’

      ‘Have you met them, Jack?’ Sarah asks. ‘Alfie and Molly, I mean?’

      ‘No, not yet,’ he replies.

      ‘I, erm, thought we’d wait till the summer break,’ I remark, sensing that an explanation is needed. ‘They’ve been home on visits but it’s always seemed so rushed. Anyway, they’re back in a couple of weeks …’ I don’t add that I’ve felt slightly apprehensive about that first meeting, having never been in this kind of situation before. Easter had felt a little too soon to introduce them, even though Jack and I had been seeing each other regularly – spending at least half the week together – since the Christmas holidays had ended.

      Vic turns to Jack and grins. ‘Well, good luck with that, mate. They’re bloody terrifying, that pair …’

      ‘Vic!’ I splutter. ‘No, they’re not …’

      ‘They’ll have you strapped to a rack, thumb screws on, dazzling light shone in your eyes: “And what are your intentions with our mother?”’ He sniggers and takes a big swig of wine.

      ‘Dad,’ Scott exclaims as Jack laughs off the comment. ‘Jesus …’

      ‘Sounds like I’ll have to start revving myself up for it,’ Jack says with a smile.

      ‘Yeah,’ Vic asserts. ‘I mean, singly, they’re quite a force, but together …’

      ‘First the rust, and now this,’ Sarah groans, rolling her eyes.

      ‘What’s that about rust?’ Morvern asks.

      ‘Vic was haranguing poor Jack about his car,’ Sarah explains with a shake of her head. She turns to me. ‘Are the kids coming back for the whole summer?’

      ‘Yes – at least, Molly is. She’s been offered work at her friend’s dad’s garden centre. You know what she’s like. Loves to earn a few quid and doesn’t mind grafting.’

      ‘So that’s your fun spoiled, Nads,’ Vic remarks with a grin.

      ‘It’ll be fine,’ I say, aware of my cheeks flushing as I laugh.

      ‘And what about Alfie?’ Sarah asks.

      ‘He’ll only be around for a few days, then his girlfriend’s coming down to our place, and they’ll head off. They’re going Inter-railing around Europe …’

      ‘Oh, I’m glad he’s met someone nice, Nads.’

      ‘Me too.’ My sister and СКАЧАТЬ