Crazy For You. Emma Heatherington

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      She quickly grabbed a bottle of sparkling white wine from the fridge and set out two of her finest champagne flutes – her only champagne flutes, and uncorked the bottle with a feeling of teenage rebellion.

      Fumbling through her own and then Lorna’s CD collection, she quickly settled on a George Michael compilation. That should make him feel at home, she thought, congratulating herself at how considerate she’d become in her late twenties.

      The doorbell finally buzzed and Daisy ran towards it, laden with celebratory drinks to welcome her childhood neighbour into her humble abode.

      “Come in if you’re good looking,’” she shouted into the intercom and sat the drinks on the phone table. She then bounded towards the doorway and wrapped her arms and legs around Eddie’s muscular frame as soon as he crossed the threshold.

      “You have been working out, my boy. What an unbelievable hunk!” She smothered his cheek in kisses knowing it would turn his guts. “And a real Californian tan to match. Yum.”

      Eddie almost buckled under Daisy’s tight grasp and lifted a glass of wine from behind her back.

      “You could at least have got dressed,” he said jokingly in a transatlantic drone. “You weren’t going to go on holiday like that, were you?”

      Daisy let go of Eddie’s brown neck and took a gulp of her wine. She tugged him eagerly by his snow-white t-shirt into her living room before answering.

      “Actually, I was due to fly out to Salou today for a week in the sun with my room-mate Lorna, but then the damn holiday company went bust at the last-minute and now…”

      “I know.”

      “Oh, “she said. “Duh, I suppose the sullen suitcase is a bit of a give-away…”

      Eddie sat down and flicked through a glossy magazine before eventually meeting Daisy’s eye.

      “No, I know about your holiday plans falling apart.”

      “How?”

      “It’s a long story.”

      “I have all day. It’s not like I have a plane to catch or anything.”

      Daisy curled her feet underneath her and watched as Eddie flung the magazine into a chrome rack by the television and braced himself.

      “Well, you see…” He cleared his throat, as Daisy thought, for added effect. He never could tell a story and get straight to the point.

      “I see…,” nodded Daisy.

      “It’s…well, it’s my Mum,” he said, avoiding her eye. “By the way, what is this wine? It’s quite good.”

      “It’s white and cold, that’s all I know. What about your mum? Don’t tell me it’s…”

      Eddie took his time to answer and drained back the dregs of his glass like he was swallowing nails.

      “It’s come back, Daisy,” he murmured, and stared out of the window onto the roof of the opposite apartment block. “The cancer’s back.”

      Now it was her turn to sigh. She felt her heart hit the floor, bounce back up into her mouth, then settle to form a huge lump in her throat.

      “Oh, Eddie, I am so, so sorry. I didn’t know. When?” Daisy moved towards her friend and draped her arm around his shoulder. He smelled flowery and fresh. Not manly in the slightest, but nice and clean all the same.

      “She’s riddled with the bastard. I just found out yesterday. She, er, she doesn’t have very long.”

      Daisy watched Eddie’s eyes fill up with tears and she felt the same overwhelming urge to comfort and protect him as she did when they were at high school and the other kids taunted him for his feminine ways. She hugged him tightly, letting his hot tears fall onto her face, his sun-bleached hair brushing softly against her cheek.

      “Is she at home?” asked Daisy when his gentle sobbing subsided.

      “Yes. She’s at home for the rest of her time, whatever that means. We wouldn’t have it any other way and your mum has agreed to help nurse her through it. She told me about your non-holiday.”

      Eddie fought within him to hold back tears.

      “This is awful,” said Daisy. “Were you still in America when you found out?”

      He shook his head.

      “Well, it’s was a bit of a fluke, really,” he said. “I wanted to surprise our Jonathan for his birthday and got a great last-minute deal on a flight home yesterday, but instead I arrived, full of Happy Birthdays, only to hear the worst news possible.”

      Daisy retraced the events of the past few days. She had been so wrapped up in her own self pity that she just about managed to text her own mother the day before to inform her of her ruined holiday after the holiday company had crashed at the eleventh hour. If she’d bothered to phone home more often she would have known all about this and would have raced there straight away, instead of worrying about a lack of warm water or a range of wasted bikinis and flip-flops with the labels still on them.

      “Is there anything I can do?” asked Daisy, ditching the empty champagne flutes into the sink and pouring two goldfish bowl-sized glasses of wine instead. She hated that silly question used so often in such horrible circumstances. What would be the perfect answer? Find a cure for cancer?

      “Actually, yes. There is something you can do,” said Eddie, taking another gulp of wine. “You see, Daisy, that’s why I’m here.”

      “It is? Oh, great.” She’d walk over hot coals right now if it meant easing Eddie’s pain.

      “But you haven’t heard what it is yet.”

      Daisy slung an arm around Eddie and rested her head on his broad shoulder.

      “I said I’ll do anything. Even help Jon, if need be, and you know how much I can’t stand your big brother. No offense.”

      Eddie threw up his eyes in disbelief. “Yeah, yeah. Well, you know the way I’ve never actually got around to telling Mum of my, er, of my…you know.”

      “That you’re gay? You still haven’t told your mum you’re gay? Oh, come on, Eddie! I thought you told her ages ago…”

      Daisy bounced away from his side and Eddie stared back, his faced stern with determination.

      “No. I haven’t told her and I won’t tell her. Ever. She has enough on her plate.”

      Daisy felt an urge to shake him but felt sorry for him at the same time.

      “Christ, Eddie. I don’t bloody well believe this. It’s who you are. You can’t deny it forever and let’s face it, you’re as camp as a row of tents and all that. I mean, it’s so bloody obvious.” Daisy heard her voice raise a notch in disbelief. “She’s bound to know. You should be honest with her. Tell her the truth. We’re almost twenty-seven СКАЧАТЬ