Ma? She pushed open the door of the small bookshop off the Gloucester Road, immediately spotting her mother standing by the till. The shop was empty but for a woman with two small children. Peggy Dickson raised her hand. She smiled a welcome then turned back to her customers, slotting two books deftly into a bag and handing it to the smallest child. When they finally left the shop she groaned. I thought theyd never go. It took that woman twenty-five minutes to choose those books. Those poor little kids, they are going to equate bookshops with boredom, dehydration, the need to pee and starvation, in that order, for the rest of their lives!
Emma laughed. Nonsense, Ma. They were thrilled with their books. That little boy was an academic in the making, if ever I saw one.
Maybe. Peggy sighed with exhaustion. An attractive woman in her early sixties, she resembled her daughter in bone structure alone. Their eyes and hair were quite different Peggys hair had once been blonde, whilst her daughters was dark; the blonde was now the slightest hint highlighted into the smartly cut grey but the timbre of their voices was similar. Low. Musical. Elegant.
So, my darling, what on earth are you doing outside that temple to Mammon you call an office?
Emma smiled. I took the afternoon off. Its very quiet at the moment as its August. Everyone is out of the City. Ive been having a check up at the dentist and Im on my way to Sainsburys. Weve got Pierss boss and his wife coming to supper. She made a face. Then, I hope, a long peaceful weekend! Do you and Dan want to come over for a drink some time?
Peggy shrugged. Can we let you know? Im working tomorrow at least till lunchtime. Ill close up if no one comes in, but I dont know what Dans plans are.
Emmas father had died in 1977 when she was still a child. Her mothers toyboy lover only six months younger than Peggy, but neither of them could resist joking about the age difference was the best thing that had happened in Peggys life for a long time.
Emma fished in her bag again and produced the page from Country Life. Ma, the reason I came over was to show you this. Does this house mean anything to you? Do you recognise it?
Peggy reached for her spectacles and examined the picture closely. I dont think so. Why? Youre not thinking of buying a country cottage?
No. Emma grimaced. Piers would never hear of it. No. Its just She hesitated and her face grew sombre. I saw this at the dentist. Dont you remember? Near where Great-granny lived at Mistley. Im sure it is.
Peggy squinted at the page again. We did spend a lot of time there when you were little. She chewed her lip thoughtfully, holding the paper closer to her nose. Wait a minute. Perhaps I do remember it now I come to think of it: Lizas. You think its Lizas? Are you sure, darling? There must be a million cottages that look just like that one. Anyway, it says its a farmhouse. She took off her glasses and, putting down the page she surveyed Emmas face, frowning.
Emma nodded. Im pretty sure it is. I loved that house so much Id recognise it anywhere.
Peggy nodded. I do remember now. You used to peer through the hedge and make up stories about that wonderful old lady who lived there. Liza, presumably. They were lovely times, werent they. Those holidays seemed to go on forever.
Long, sunlit summers. Emma nodded.
Before Daddy died.
Neither of them voiced that last thought, but both were thinking it.
Wouldnt it be strange if it was the same house? Peggy put her glasses back on, squinting. Its very pretty. Im not surprised youre tempted. You are tempted, arent you? She looked up and surveyed Emmas face shrewdly.
Emma nodded. Somewhere deep inside an idea had taken root.
Is this interest a sign youre feeling like settling down at last? Is it possible, sweetheart, are you feeling broody? Peggy surveyed Emmas face for a moment, then she shook her head. Well, maybe thats for the best. Not till youre sure about Piers. And youre not. Are you?
Emma frowned. I love Piers, Ma. I wouldnt do anything unless he agreed.
No? Peggy raised an eyebrow. He wont agree to this, Em. I can tell you that right now!
2
Piers stood under the shower for a full five minutes before he stepped out and reached for the towel. He had been expecting Emma to be there when he arrived home from his office but the door had been double-locked, the flat, on the top floor of the converted house at the end of Cornwall Gardens, empty but for two loudly complaining cats. He stopped to give each a brief hello before checking the fridge for dinner party supplies. She couldnt have forgotten that Derek and Sue were coming over, surely. Hadnt she said she was taking the afternoon off? Pulling on some cool trousers and an open-necked shirt he surveyed himself for a second in the mirror in their bedroom, checking out his tall lanky figure, smart haircut, tanned skin even in casual gear he looked cool and sophisticated before he went into the living room and glanced round. It was tidy as always, a full array of drinks on the top of the low bookcase in the corner. The pale cream sofas, the linen curtains and the wood floor gave just the right impression. Expensive. Elegant. Comfortable. Two young, well youngish, executives with perfect taste. He walked across to the French doors and reached up to the hiding place behind the curtain for the Chubb key, hanging from its little hook. Unlocking the doors he pulled them open and stepped out onto the roof garden. This was Emmas very own paradise. She had created a little heaven from a sooty expanse between four ugly chimneys. Italian earthenware pots, small trees, roses, honeysuckle, herbs her special passion the unexpected riot of colour and sweet scents never failed to take his breath away. Emmas love for gardening and her indelibly green fingers were one of the unexpected sides to her character which he could never quite reconcile with her astute business brain and the sophisticated lifestyle she shared with him. Closely followed by the two cats, he walked over to the wrought-iron table with its matching chairs and opened the large, bleached-linen parasol. Any moment now the sun would have disappeared behind the rooftops, but the parasol perfected the picture of elegance he so enjoyed up here. And on an evening like this where better to be than a rooftop garden?
Piers? Emmas voice broke into his thoughts. Sorry, darling. I got caught in horrendous queues in Sainsburys. She appeared at the French doors looking, as ever, a city animal, elegant and sophisticated and cool the furthest one could imagine from a busy shopping queue, or a gardener. Ive got cold meat. Vichyssoise. Ciabatta. Smoked duck. Salmon. Salad. Strawberries and cream. Itll take me five minutes. She greeted the two cats with a pat on each eager head, joined him under the parasol and held up her own face for a kiss. Put the wine in the fridge. When will they be here?
He felt obscurely irritated suddenly. She knew when theyd be there. Damn it, she had rung up and fixed it with Sue.
Unzip me? She turned in his arms just before his kiss landed on target, presenting him with the nape of her neck and the top of a long black zip. I called in on Ma. I thought she and Dan might pop over and have a drink tomorrow. With a quick wriggle of her hips she shed the dress. Under it she was naked but for a pair of the skimpiest bikini briefs.
He felt obscurely irritated suddenly. She knew when theyd be there. Damn it, she had rung up and fixed it with Sue.
Unzip me? She turned in his arms just before his kiss landed on target, presenting him with the nape of her neck and the top of a long black zip. I called in on Ma. I thought she and Dan might pop over and have a drink tomorrow. With a quick wriggle of her hips she shed the dress. Under it she was naked but for a pair of the skimpiest bikini briefs.
Em! In spite of himself he glanced round, shocked. He would never get used to this side of Emma. Unconventional. Provocative. Always teasing him.
No one can see! Not unless theyve got binoculars and are standing on top of the power station chimneys! She tapped his lips with her finger. Stuffy.
I know. He knew he ought to laugh. But he was cross. He wanted her badly. But there wasnt time. With a groan he ducked into the living room and went to rummage in the wine rack in the corner behind the kitchen door. Dry Hills Sauvignon OK?
The best! Lovely. She was still standing naked on the roof.
Em! They will be here in a minute.
She glanced over her shoulder at him coquettishly, then she relented. OK. Ill jump in the shower. It will take ten seconds to dress. As she passed him she brought her hands to her hips briefly and gave a quick shimmy. Not bad for a thirty-something, eh? And look at the teeth! She ducked out of reach and ran to the bathroom. In ten minutes rather than seconds she was dressed, her hair brushed, a quick skim of colour on lips and eyelids and she was ready, once again the cool calm City woman, fit partner for a potential director of Evans Waterman, one of the largest City broking houses.
In the event Derek and Sue were half an hour late. By the time they arrived the hors doeuvres were laid out on the wrought-iron table, the wine was chilled, the table was laid and the duck and the salad prepared, the duck locked securely away from the enthusiastic attention of the cats.
It was as they moved on to the coffee at the end of the meal that the subject of weekend cottages arose. We have a place in Normandy, you know. Sue leaned back against the sofa cushions and crossed her ankles. It would be lovely if you could both come over for a few days.
Outside, the roof terrace was dark, lit by two shaded lights hidden amongst the flower pots. A gentle breeze wafted the smell of the hot London night into the window. Sue sipped at her coffee. The two cats were asleep on one of the deckchairs outside. Have you ever thought of buying somewhere yourselves?
No.
Yes.
Piers and Emma spoke at the same moment and they all laughed.
Sounds like a fundamental difference of opinion, Derek commented as he reached for his brandy glass. As so often, he found himself wondering how Piers managed to hang on to this lovely spontaneous creature.
Thats because we havent discussed it yet. Emma climbed to her feet and went over to pick up her bag which was lying on the side table. I saw something today which intrigued me so much, I want to go and see it. She found the folded page and brought it back to the sofa. Its a little farmhouse in Essex.
Essex! Sue hooted. Oh, my dear, I think you could do better than that. She held out her hand for the picture.
Essex is quite nice, actually, Derek put in mildly. He raised an eyebrow in his wifes direction. The Essex they joke about is in the south of the county, part of the greater London area. But if you go up to the north you have wonderful countryside and lovely villages and towns. Constable country. Youre miles and miles from London there. Its very rural. He held out his hand for the magazine page which Sue had glanced at and dropped dismissively on the coffee table. This one, is it? He tapped the photo. It looks a lovely place. Perfect weekend material. Good sailing up there. Do you sail, Piers?
Piers had risen to his feet. No, I dont, he said briskly. Weekend cottages are not my thing, Im afraid. He looked angry. Emma knows that. I can think of nothing I would like less than pottering about doing it myself, mowing grass and being nice to hay-seed neighbours! I hate the country! I was stuck in deep country as a child and I couldnt wait to get away. I can still remember my parents vegetating, telling me to go bird watching, trying to make me interested in nature, for Gods sake! I couldnt wait to get away and I will never, never go back!
There was a moments intense silence.
Oh, well! Emma forced herself to laugh. There goes that idea! She took the cutting from Dereks hand and, folding it, tucked it into her pocket. More brandy, anyone?
Derek and Sue left early Its been a long week, old things, bed for us, I think, but it was after midnight by the time Emma and Piers had stacked the dishwasher and carried two more brandies out onto the roof terrace.
Do you think they enjoyed it at all? Emma was staring out into the luminosity of the London night.
Yes, of course they did.
They left a bit soon.
Like Derek said, they were tired. He leaned his elbows on the parapet, rolling the glass between his hands. Dont worry about it. They have asked us to go to Normandy, dont forget. And while you and Sue were brewing that second pot of coffee he told me its OK. He turned to her and she saw the triumph in his face. Im going to be asked to join the board.
Oh Piers, Im so glad. Why didnt you tell me at once?
I wanted to wait till we had a glass in our hand. I wanted us to drink to the future. My future and our future. He held her gaze for a moment. And I wanted to tell you when we were on our own because I think we should get married, Em.
For a moment she didnt move, and he could read the conflicting emotions on her face as clearly as if she were speaking out loud. Elation that first, at least worry, doubt, excitement, caution, then that moment which he recognised so well when she withdrew inside herself, her eyes suddenly unfocused as though viewing the future on some mysterious invisible internal screen. He waited. It would only take seconds for her private computation to take place. Until she had done it, he had learned to wait.
He felt a warm pressure against his ankle. Max was circling his feet, purring. He bent to pick the cat up, tickling him under his chin. Well? He glanced at Emma and grinned. So far I am not overwhelmed by your enthusiasm.
She smiled. Reaching forward, she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. I love you, P. You know that. And I want to live with you forever and ever.
I can feel a but coming.
No. Its just She hesitated, then putting her glass down on the parapet beside him she reached into her pocket. When we talked about country cottages earlier, you were pretty damning. She unfolded the cutting. It didnt sound to me as though there was any room for compromise. She reached out absent-mindedly and rubbed the cats ears. Weve never talked about the sort of future that marriage means, P. Kids. Gardens. A life beyond EC1.
And why should we? Thats all for the future, surely. Nothing we have to think about yet. In the abstract, yes, Id like kids one day. If you would. He raised an eyebrow. Ive never had any sense that you are hearing the time-clock ticking, Em. My God, thats years off, surely.