What had been Frances's equivalent dream at, not sixteen, she had been a busy schoolgirl; but nineteen? Yes, she was pretty sure she had had fantasies, because of Johnny's immersion in the Spanish Civil War, of nursing soldiers. Where? In a rocky landscape, with wine, and olives. But where? Teenage dreams do not need map points.
'You can't go to Kenya,' said Rose. 'Your parents will stop you.'
Brought down, James reached for his glass and emptied it.
'Since the subject has come up,' said Frances, 'I want to talk about Christmas?' Faced with already apprehensive faces, Frances found herself unable to go on. They knew what they were going to hear, because Andrew had already warned them.
Now he said, You see, there isn't going to be a Christmas here this year. I am going to Phyllida for Christmas lunch. She rang me and said she hasn't heard from my... from Johnny, and she says she dreads Christmas. '
Who doesn't? said Colin.
Oh, Colin, said Sophie, ' don't be like that. '
Colin said, not looking at anyone, I am going to Sophie's because of her mother. She can't be alone on Christmas Day. '
But I thought you were Jewish, said Rose to Sophie.
We have always done Christmas, said Sophie. When Daddy was alive... She went silent, biting her lips, her eyes filling.
And Sylvia here is going with Julia to Julia's friend, said Andrew.
And I, said Frances, ' propose to ignore Christmas altogether. '
But, Frances, said Sophie, ' that's awful, you can't. '
Not awful. Wonderful, said Frances. And now, Geoffrey, don't you think you should go home for Christmas? You really should, you know. '
Geoffrey's polite face, ever attentive to what might be expected of him, smiled agreement. 'Yes, Frances. I know. You are right. I will go home. And my grandmother is dying, ' he added, in the same tone.
'Then, I'll go home too,' said Daniel. His red hair flamed, and his face went even redder, as he said, Ill come and visit you, then.'
'Then, I'll go home too,' said Daniel. His red hair flamed, and his face went even redder, as he said, Ill come and visit you, then.'
' As you like, said Geoffrey revealing by this ungraciousness that perhaps he had been looking forward to a Daniel-free hols.
'James,' said Frances, 'please go home.'
'Are you throwing me out?' he said, good-humouredly. 'I don't blame you. Have I outstayed my welcome?'
' For now, yes, said Frances, who was by nature unable to throw anyone out permanently. But what about school, James? Aren't you going to finish school?'
Of course he is, said Andrew, revealing that admonitions must have occurred. His four years seniority gave him the right. ' It's ridiculous, James, ' he went on, talking direct to James. You've only got a year to go to A-levels. It won't kill you. '
You don't know my school, said James, but desperation had entered the equation. ' Ifyou did...
' Anyone can suffer for a year, said Andrew. ' Or even three. Or four, ' he said, glancing guiltily at his mother: he was making revelations.
' Okay, said James. I will. But... and here he looked at Frances, ' without the liberating airs of Frances's house I don't think I could survive. '
You can visit, said Frances. ' There's always weekends. '
There were left now Rose and the dark horse Jill, the always well-brushed, well-washed, polite, blonde girl, who hardly ever spoke, but listened, how she did listen.
'I'm not going home,' said Rose. 'I won't go.'
Frances said, You do realise that your parents could sue me for alienating your affections well, that kind of thing.'
' They don't care about me, ' declared Rose. ' They don't give a fuck. '
' That's not true, said Andrew. You may not like them but they certainly care about you. They wrote to me. They seem to think I am a good influence.'
' That's a joke, said Rose.
The hinterlands behind this tiny exchange were acknowledged as glances were exchanged among the others.
I said I am not going, said Rose. She was darting trapped glances around at them all: they might have been her enemies.
'Listen, Rose,' said Frances, with the intention of keeping her dislike of the girl out of her voice, 'Liberty Hall is closing down over Christmas.' She had not specified for how long.
'I can stay in the basement flat, can'tPIwon'tbeinthe way. '
And how are you going to... but Frances stopped.
Andrew had an allowance and he had been giving money to Rose. ' She could claim that I treated her badly, said Andrew. Well, she does complain, she tells everyone how I wronged her. Like the wicked squire and the milkmaid. The trouble was, she was all for me, but I wasn't for her. ' Frances had thought, Or all for the glamorous Eton boy and his connections? Andrew had said, I think that coming here was what did it. It was such a revelation to her. It's a pretty limited set-up her parents are very nice...
'And are you and Julia going to keep her indefinitely?'
No, said Andrew. ' I've said, enough. After all, she's done very well out of a kiss or two in the moonlight.'
But now they were faced with a guest who would not leave.
Rose looked as if she were being threatened with imprisonment, with torture. An animal in a too small cage could look like that, glaring out, glaring around.
It was all out of proportion, ridiculous... Frances persisted, though the girl's violence was making her own heart beat, ' Rose, just go home for Christmas, that's all. Just do that. They must be worried sick about you. And you have to talk to them about school...' At this Rose exploded up out of the chair, and said, Oh, shit, it just needed that... and she ran out of the room, howling, tears scattering. They listened to her thud down the stairs to the basement flat.
Well, said Geoffrey gracefully, ' what a carry-on. '
Sylvia said, 'But her school must be horrible if she hates it so much. ' She had agreed to go back to school, while she lived here, ' with Julia, ' as she put it. And she had said yes, she would stick it out and study to be a doctor.
What was burning Rose up, consuming her with the acid of envy, was that Sylvia 'And she isn't even related, she's just Johnny's stepchild' was in this house, as a right, and that Julia was paying for her. It seemed Rose believed that justice would make Julia pay for her, Rose, to go to a progressive school, and keep her here for as long as she liked.
Colin had said to her, Do you think my grandmother's made of money? It's a lot for her to take on Sylvia. She's already paying for me and for Andrew.'
' It isn't fair, ' had been Rose's answer. I don't see why she should have everything.'
There now remained Jill, who had not said a word. Finding them all looking at her, she said, Im not going home. But I'll go to my cousin in Exeter for Christmas.'
Next morning Frances found Jill in the kitchen, boiling a kettle for tea. Since there was plenty of everything in the basement kitchen, this might mean Jill had hoped for a chat.
Let's sit down and have tea, said Frances, and sat down.
Jill joined her, at the end of the table. This was obviously not going to be like an encounter with Rose. The girl was watching Frances, not with hostility, but was sad, serious, and sat holding her arms around herself, as if she were cold.
Frances said, 'Jill, you do see that I am in an impossible position with your parents. '
The girl said, Oh, I thought you were going to say you didn't see why you should keep me. Fair enough. But...'
I wasn't going to say that. But don't you really see that your parents must be going mad with worry?'
I told them where I was. I said I was here. '
Are you thinking of not going back to school?'
I don't see the point of it. '
She wasn't doing well at school, but at St Joseph's this was not a final argument.
And don't you see that I must be worrying about you?' At this the girl seemed to come alive, leave behind her cold apprehension, and she leaned forward and said, 'Oh, Frances, no, you mustn't. It's so nice here. I feel so safe.' 'And don't you feel safe at home?'
'It's not that. They just... don't like me.And she retreated back inside her shell, hugging herself, rubbing her arms as if she were really cold.
Frances noted that this morning Jill had painted great black lines around her eyes. A new thing, on this neat little girl. And she was wearing one of Rose's mini-dresses.
Frances would have liked to put her arms around the child and hold her. She had never had such an impulse with Rose: she wished Rose would simply take herself off. So, she liked Jill, but did not like Rose. And so what difference could that make, when she treated them exactly the same?
Frances sat alone in the kitchen, and the table which she had wiped and waxed shone like a pool. Really, it was a very nice table, she thought, now that you can see it. Not a plate or a cup, and no people. It was Christmas Day and she had shouted goodbye to Colin and Sophie first, both dressed for Christmas lunch, even Colin, who despised clothes. Then it was Julia, in a grey velvet suit and a sort of bonnety thing with a rose on it, and a blueish veil. Sylvia was wearing a dress bought for her by Julia, which made Frances glad the jeans and T-shirt wearers had not seen it: she didn't want them laughing at Sylvia, who could have gone to church fifty years ago in that blue dress. She had refused to wear a hat, though. Then off went Andrew, to console Phyllida. He had put his head around the door to say, We all envy you, Frances. Well, all except Julia, she's upset that you will be alone. And you must expect a little present. She was too shy to tell you. '
Frances sat alone. All over this country women laboured over the stove, basting several million turkeys, while Christmas puddings steamed. Brussels sprouts sent out sulphuric fumes. Fields of potatoes were jammed around the birds. Bad temper reigned, but she, Frances, was sitting like a queen, alone. Only people who have known the pressure of exorbitant teenagers, or emotional dependants who suck and feed and demand, can know the pure pleasure of being free, even for an hour. Frances felt herself relax, all through her body, she was like a balloon ready to float up and away. And it was quiet. In other houses Christmas music exulted or pounded, but here, in this house, no television, not even a radio... but wait, was that something downstairs was that Rose down there? But she had said she was going with Jill to the cousins. The music must be coming from next door.