The Naughty Girls Book Club. Sophie Hart

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      But Estelle enjoyed her hectic routine. There was something calming and deeply satisfying about weighing all the ingredients, mixing the dough and rolling it out, then loading everything into the oven and seeing the alchemy which took place as buns rose like magic, and pastry turned flaky and golden.

      This Tuesday evening, with Joe away at the U15 match in Bath, Estelle was on her own. Tony had picked him up in the early afternoon and would be dropping him back soon, Estelle realised, as she checked the clock on the wall.

      She sprinkled the counter top with flour and had just begun rolling out the cookie dough when she heard Joe’s key in the lock.

      Estelle came out of the kitchen to greet him, brushing her hands on her flour-covered apron.

      ‘How’d it go, love?’ she asked, as he sauntered in, leaving the front door open.

      ‘Fine. We won,’ he replied with a grin, as Estelle shrieked in delight.

      ‘You little star!’ she exclaimed, running over to give him a hug. Joe endured his mother’s squeezes for a few seconds, before wriggling free.

      ‘Oh, I nearly forgot, Tony’s here,’ he added casually, grabbing a muffin from the rack that was cooling on the side before disappearing into his bedroom.

      ‘What? Joe—’ Estelle began in confusion. She stepped forwards and saw Tony standing outside the front door, waiting at the top of the metal stairway that led directly up to the flat from street level. He was wearing dark jogging bottoms with a grey hooded fleece, and the sporty look emphasised his fit, strong body. Much to Estelle’s shame, she realised that since reading Ten Sweet Lessons she’d begun paying far more attention to the male physique, and her eyes scanned over him appreciatively.

      ‘I’m so sorry about that, do come in,’ Estelle told him, suddenly very aware that her face was flushed from the heat of the oven and she was wearing her scruffiest old clothes.

      ‘That’s alright,’ Tony waved away her apology.

      ‘I can’t believe Joe left you outside like that! I’ll have a word with him later,’ she promised, as she smoothed back her hair, conscious of what a state she must look.

      ‘Oh, it’s no problem,’ he repeated. ‘I know what teenagers can be like.’

      ‘Well, thanks so much for dropping him back,’ Estelle said gratefully. ‘What was the score? He didn’t even tell me.’

      ‘Six-four,’ Tony beamed. ‘It was a great match, and Joe scored a hat-trick.’

      ‘Did he?’ Estelle exclaimed, thrilled. ‘Oh, I wish I’d been there.’

      ‘You’d have been very proud. He’s a great little player.’

      ‘I’m just pleased that he’s found something he’s so passionate about. I wish he got that excited about doing his homework,’ Estelle laughed. ‘Can I get you anything to drink?’ she offered, realising that they were standing awkwardly just inside the door. ‘A cup of tea or coffee? Something stronger?’

      ‘I’d better not,’ Tony declined. ‘I’ve got Chris waiting outside in the car, so I can’t stay long. I just wanted to come up with Joe and make sure he got in okay.’

      ‘Oh, of course,’ Estelle nodded. ‘But at least let me give you some cakes to say thank you. I’ve just made a fresh batch of Chelsea buns,’ she told him, moving through to the kitchen. ‘You said they were your favourites – is that right?’

      ‘Well remembered,’ Tony beamed, as he followed her, his eyes lighting up at the rows of cakes arranged on wire cooling trays. ‘I suppose it would be impolite to refuse.’

      ‘Absolutely,’ Estelle agreed, as she picked up two enormous Chelsea buns, bursting with fruit and coated in icing. ‘Now I’ve only just finished glazing these, so they’ll still be a bit sticky. I’ll give you a couple – one for Christopher too,’ she explained, as she slotted them in a paper bag and expertly twisted the corners so that the paper sat safely above them.

      ‘Mmm, they smell wonderful. It’s a real operation you’ve got going here,’ Tony observed, staring round appreciatively at the piles of meringues, fairy cakes and flapjacks. ‘Like I said, I didn’t realise you owned Cafe Crumb. I’ll definitely start popping in more often.’

      ‘Oh you must,’ Estelle insisted. ‘And Lord knows I could do with the extra business.’

      ‘Things a little quiet, are they?’ Tony asked gently.

      ‘Oh, it’s nothing to worry about,’ Estelle replied quickly, wondering why on earth she’d opened her mouth in the first place. ‘This time of year is always quiet. It’ll pick up when the weather gets warmer,’ she said brightly.

      There was a beat of silence, and Estelle thrust the bag of buns towards him. ‘Here you go.’

      ‘Thank you,’ he replied warmly. ‘I’ll certainly look forward to these.’

      ‘You’re very welcome.’

      ‘Is your husband not around today?’ Tony asked, as he headed towards the door.

      ‘My husband?’ Estelle replied, looking confused.

      ‘Yes – the man who was at the match the other Sunday.’ Now it was Tony’s turn to look discomfited. ‘Oh, I’m sorry. Have I said something I shouldn’t? You’re usually together at training, and I thought he was Joe’s dad, but are you two not …?’

      ‘Oh,’ Estelle laughed, trying to ease the tension. ‘We’re divorced,’ she explained. ‘We’re very lucky to be on such good terms, to be honest. We get on much better now we’re not married.’

      ‘I see,’ Tony nodded. ‘I’m sorry – I just assumed.’

      ‘Nothing to be sorry about,’ Estelle brushed off his concern. ‘Ted remarried a couple of years ago. In fact, his new wife, Leila, is expecting a baby. I spoke to Joe about it the other day – Ted thought it might be better coming from me – and he’s been a bit quiet since. I hope he’s alright. It must be a bit strange for him.’

      ‘And you too, I’d have thought,’ Tony said softly. ‘I wouldn’t worry too much about Joe,’ he continued. ‘Chris is just the same – holed up in his bedroom most of the time, and pretty uncommunicative when he is around. I’m sure it’s just a regular teenage thing.’

      ‘Thanks, Tony,’ Estelle smiled, looking relieved. ‘I’m sure you’re right. After all …’ She broke off, and began sniffing the air. ‘Can you СКАЧАТЬ