The Perfect Christmas. Kate Forster

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      ‘I don’t care,’ said Will as he moved towards the door. ‘We’re leaving tonight.’

      Maggie watched him leave the room, knowing it was useless to try and change his mind. Then she took a dishcloth from the sink and wiped up the watery mess he had left between them on the floor.

      ***

      Pulling up at the front of a quietly stylish house, with the night lighting showing off the lush tropical plants, Maggie dialed a number from her car.

      ‘Zo, it’s me, let me in, I’m out the front,’ she said, trying to steady her voice.

      The sound of the automatic garage door started and, as it lifted, Maggie inched her car towards the house’s sanctuary.

      When she was finally inside, parked next to Zoe’s BMW, and the door was safely down behind her, she let out a long breath of relief.

      The sound of tapping on the glass window made her jump.

      ‘God, woman, I’m already on my last nerve,’ she said as she got out of the car.

      Zoe smiled, ‘You’re always on your last nerve,’ she said, ‘You’re the most impatient person I know.’

      Maggie hugged her best friend and manager.

      ‘What’s up?’ asked Zoe as they walked inside the house.

      ‘I haven’t seen you in ages.’

      ‘I know, I know,’ sighed Maggie. ‘Things at home have been horrible. I haven’t seen you, I haven’t seen anyone.’

      Zoe walked into the kitchen and turned on the coffee machine.

      ‘Espresso?’ she asked.

      ‘If I have any more adrenalin in my system, I’m going to go through the roof,’ Maggie said as she draped herself over Zoe’s sofa and put a pillow over her face. ‘I’m so goddamned angry!’

      ‘What’s happened?’ asked Zoe.

      Maggie pulled the pillow away and sat up, ‘Will. And don’t tell me you don’t know, I heard him yelling at you today,’ she moaned.

      Zoe sat on the chair opposite her friend.

      ‘How is Elliot?’

      Maggie felt her eyes fill with tears. ‘He’s sick and he needs his mother but she’s in India, chanting in an ashram and, as Will reminded me when I walked out, I’m only his stepmother and they don’t count for shit.’

      ‘He can be a cruel bastard sometimes.’

      ‘Not having Christmas with Elliot makes me want to cry,’ Maggie sighed as Zoe reached out and rubbed her leg.

      ‘Elliot knows how much you love him,’ she said.

      ‘And that’s what makes Will’s cruelty so harsh. He knows I love Elliot like my own.’

      Silence filled Zoe’s living room.

      ‘I wish I could have told him to organize his own stupid trip to Mexico but he’s my client, I have to do what he asks even if it hurts my friend.’

      Maggie nodded and then grabbed Zoe’s hands with hers.

      ‘I’m sorry I’ve been such a crappy friend,’ she said. ‘I haven’t seen you in, what? Two months? It’s just been diabolical in my world. I haven’t had anything good to say, so I’ve stayed away. I don’t think we’re going to make it. I don’t think I want to be married to him anymore. Do you think I’m being weak?’

      Zoe squeezed her hands in return.

      ‘Of all the things you are, Mags, weak isn’t one of them. You’re the bravest and most loving person I know,’ she said and Maggie knew she meant it. In a town of false promises and empty compliments, Maggie could always rely on her oldest friend to tell the truth.

      ‘What are you doing this Christmas?’ asked Maggie forlornly. She was now wearing the pillow as a hat and Zoe laughed as she looked at her friend.

      ‘I have a few parties I’ve been invited to and a couple of clients have invited me to their Christmas lunches,’ said Zoe vaguely and Maggie frowned.

      ‘Weren’t you going to come to ours?’

      Zoe paused, ‘Honestly? I couldn’t bear the tension in your house, I mean, Will isn’t the most congenial of hosts.’

      Maggie closed her eyes, ‘You wanna try living there.’

      She put the pillow over her face again for a moment, before sitting up as though waking from a nightmare.

      ‘I have an idea.’

      ‘God help me,’ said Zoe.

      ‘No, seriously, it’s a good one,’ Maggie was now on the edge of her seat. ‘How about we go to London and escape from all this madness?’

      ‘Your madness,’ Zoe reminded her. ‘I have plans to drink champagne and talk business over roasted turkey with power players who are wearing paper hats.’

      Maggie was now out of her seat, pacing back and forth in front of the sofa.

      ‘No, that’s a terrible idea. You’re always working. Even when you think you’re relaxing, you’re working. I need to get away so I can think straight about what to do with my marriage, and you need to get away and remember how not to work for a while.’

      Maggie was warming to her own idea with each word.

      ‘Think about it. In London we can roam around all their gorgeous high streets or whatever they call them, drink ourselves to oblivion in shadowy pubs, buy lovely things for ourselves and each other, look at the Christmas lights, watch the snow fall. Be generally English and cultured and immerse ourselves in the place.’

      Zoe was laughing. ‘You’ve watched The Holiday too many times.’

      Maggie got up and looked out of the window into the flood-lit garden. ‘No. Well, maybe. But I just want to do something different. God knows, what I’m doing now isn’t working.’ She turned round, feeling her eyes fill with tears. ‘We are each other’s family, Zoe, we don’t have anyone else; no parents, no siblings, only us. If we don’t celebrate our friendship then we don’t deserve each other.’

      Zoe nodded slowly, ‘But why England?’

      Maggie shrugged, ‘I don’t know why. Maybe because it’s full of tradition and here it’s just about business. You know, last Christmas Will took a production meeting with Jeff Beerman after Christmas lunch. ’

      Zoe shook her head. ‘Jeff’s Jewish, so Christmas isn’t his thing and he’s a studio head who is a workaholic, but Will should have known better.’

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