The Dilemmas of Harriet Carew. Cristina Odone
the club, but …’
I gulp. Oh no, not the in-laws! Not here, when we have no au pair, the children are running wild and the roof is leaking. But I look at the boys, spilling cereal on to the tabletop, and at Guy, immersed in the paper. I’ve cheated them of their grandparents because of the search for Ilona’s successor, and I know they’re disappointed. So I swallow my reservations and take my cue.
‘Of course you must stay with us. Which night did you say?’
‘Yippee!! Grandpa and Granny!’ The boys reward me with a cheer.
‘Darling, you’re a star, you really are.’ Guy rewards me with a kiss on the cheek and the promise to take the boys to the Laser-Quest in Tooting Bec.
This leaves me with Maisie, who is easy and pliable and as yet unaware of the change in her life. We read after lunch, and then, as soon as she takes her nap, I’m free to think about James Weston.
Is he married – and to whom? Does he really think I looked the same, or at least, not that different? Does he live around the corner? The prospect of bumping into my ex at Tesco’s gives rise to horrific visions. Me, hair greasy and roots showing, wearing the size-12 jeans that really are a bit too tight, and the T-shirt that has a magic marker squiggly on the left breast, being spotted by a shocked-looking James. Or Guy and me, standing in the frozen meats aisle, arguing over what to buy while James rolls past, his trolley filled with champagne, exotic fruits and an expensive box of chocolates. Or the children and me – Maisie in her buggy, the boys acting up on either side of me – taking up most of the pavement on the High Street, and drawing attention to ourselves as Alex and Tom bicker and demand a gizmo they’ve spotted in the shop window.
‘Oh, are they yours?’ James asks me with a raised eyebrow.
* * *
‘Hi.’ I ring Charlotte. ‘Can you talk?’
‘Ooooooooooooh, I’d forgotten how awful you feel at the beginning,’ Charlotte moans. ‘I’ve been sick every morning and the homeopath I’m seeing can’t do a thing for me and we’re supposed to fly to Positano tomorrow and …’
I let her go on for a few minutes, then: ‘Guess who I saw the other day.’
‘Joanna Lumley in her amazing cape again?’
‘No.’ I pause for effect. ‘James.’
‘What?!! James Weston? The James?’ Charlotte’s excitement is gratifying.
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