Best of Friends. Cathy Kelly

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      Now Jess looked at her mother’s diary, forgotten on the counter beside the fridge, and flipped to today. ‘Hairdresser 12 noon.’ Lucky Mum, Jess thought. Imagine being able to swan off on a school day and get your hair done.

      There was no sign of Wilbur either. Wilbur was Jess’s cat, a ten-year-old tabby with unusual grey markings and a huge fluffy tail that shot up into the air if he was upset. His cosy bed on the kitchen radiator was empty and there was no point calling him. He was probably asleep somewhere he shouldn’t be: snuggled up amid the towels in the airing cupboard, his favourite and forbidden spot.

      Jess positioned herself at the bleached pine table in the kitchen, spread her schoolbooks out in front of her and then switched on the portable telly. A repeat of Sabrina the Teenage Witch was on. Jess picked up a pen, opened the book where she’d made notes for the Milton essay and began to watch the TV.

      Ten minutes later, weighed down with groceries, Abby arrived home. As soon as she’d shut the front door behind her, she unzipped her high boots gratefully. The problem with being short was that she always felt the need to wear heels, but they killed her.

      ‘Jess!’ she called, shrugging off her jacket. ‘Are you home?’ There was no answer and Abby’s heart skipped a beat. Dunmore was hardly crime central but you never knew. Anything could have happened to her…

      Abby rushed into the kitchen in her socks to find Jess studiously working at the kitchen table, the television switched off.

      ‘Hi, love, you’re hard at it,’ she said, smiling in relief at her daughter’s bent head. Once, she’d have hugged Jess instantly, but recently Jess ducked away from hugs as though she couldn’t bear to be touched.

      ‘She’s a teenager, what do you expect?’ Tom had said sharply when Abby told him the first time it had happened. ‘I see it all the time in school.’

      ‘I know,’ Abby had replied shortly, angry at the implication that just because Tom was a teacher, he knew more about teenagers in general, and Jess in particular, than Jess’s own mother did. Abby knew the teenage years were going to be tough, she just hadn’t expected her darling Jess to change from best friend to worst enemy in a matter of months.

      Now she restrained herself from reaching out to stroke Jess’s hair.

      ‘Yeah, we’ve lots of homework to do for the weekend,’ Jess said gloomily without looking up. ‘And I’ve got to revise.’ The more Jess thought about the exams, the more she felt like taking it out on someone else.

      ‘I dropped by the station just in case you were tired,’ Abby said hesitantly, not wanting a row. ‘I thought you might like a lift. But I missed you.’

      Jess raised her head from her books and focused on her mother at last. ‘New hairstyle,’ she remarked flatly.

      ‘Is it OK?’ Abby ran an anxious hand through her hair.

      ‘Yes,’ relented Jess. ‘It’s great. Mum, I wish I could colour mine again.’ Jess’s first home-bleaching experiment with Steph had gone terribly wrong. It had cost ten times as much to have the straw-like tinge toned down.

      ‘They’d kill you in school,’ her mother pointed out happily, thrilled that Jess seemed to be in a good mood with her. After a rash of pink-toned hair, the principal had banned all hair dyeing except for the fifth and sixth years.

      ‘Subtle streaks,’ begged Jess. ‘I’d go to the hairdresser this time. Nobody would know. Mr Davies only notices punk black and bright pink. A few blonde highlights would get past him. Lots of people have blonde hair.’

      ‘We’ll talk about it,’ said Abby, who’d have promised anything to keep the peace.

      ‘That’s what you always say,’ Jess pointed out.

      ‘Yeah, I’m your horrible mother, I know.’ Abby began shoving the shopping into cupboards and Jess quickly reached back and put the remote control onto the worktop behind her. Her mother was pretty good about TV watching. Lots of her friends’ parents nagged like hell now they were in fourth year and studying for their Junior Cert. But Mum did disapprove of working while the TV was on, and the price for tomorrow night’s party at Michelle’s was to finish her homework by Saturday afternoon.

      ‘I got fresh pasta and I can make you garlic mushroom tagliatelle for dinner,’ Abby said, deep in the fridge.

      Jess’s face brightened. ‘Great,’ she said. She’d been a vegetarian for over two years now and was always trying to convince her mother to become one as well. Didn’t people realise that animals had rights too?

      ‘Your father and I have to go out, I’m afraid,’ continued Abby. She didn’t see her daughter’s face fall. ‘It’s a work thing. Beech’s tenth anniversary. Probably cheese and bad wine,’ Abby laughed. Beech, the production company who made her television show, were notorious for not spending money on luxuries. ‘We have to go, but if I cook the mushrooms now –’

      ‘I’m not hungry,’ Jess said in a monotone.

      Her mother emerged from the fridge anxiously. ‘You must have something.’

      ‘I’ll phone for pizza if I’m hungry.’

      ‘If you’re lonely, I’m sure Jennifer wouldn’t mind staying until we get home,’ Abby ventured. Jennifer was the twenty-two-year-old college student who lived four houses down and who was keen to babysit to earn extra cash.

      ‘I don’t want Jennifer! I’m not a kid, Mum. I thought we agreed. If Sally Richardson thinks I’m old enough and reliable enough to babysit for her, why don’t you think I’m old enough to be on my own?’ Jess was furious.

      It was Abby’s turn to look unhappy. She didn’t like Jess phoning for pizza delivery when she was alone in the house. You read such dreadful things in the papers. Just because they had an alarm and Jess had been warned not to open the door to strangers, didn’t mean bad things couldn’t happen. What if the pizza delivery person was a rapist or murderer? Abby’s mind raced over the frightening possibilities. Jess had refused to be babysat once she’d hit fourteen, and agreeing to that extra independence had seemed such a huge step to Abby. Now, she’d started babysitting for Sally’s little boys. No late nights or long hours, just the odd hour here or there, but it still struck Abby as scary that her baby was now the babysitter.

      ‘You know I don’t like you ordering stuff when we’re not here.’

      Jess sat sullenly and Abby knew she was in a no-win situation. ‘Could Steph’s dad bring her round tonight?’ she asked, knowing even as she said it that Steph couldn’t come, otherwise Jess would have suggested it herself. It had been easier to organise Jess’s social life when the family lived a few houses away from her best friend.

      ‘She’s busy,’ Jess snapped. ‘Her grandmother’s birthday is tonight. I don’t know anyone else around this dump of a town.’

      Abby shut the fridge wearily. She didn’t need reminding. The guilt was enough to give her sleepless nights.

      She sighed. Although she adored their new home, the fact that it made Jess feel isolated was definitely threatening their relationship. Or maybe it was just the teenager thing.

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