‘Oh, Merrin.’ Mrs Everit took a deep breath. ‘It is lovely to see you. I didn’t know what to say, my love. Sorry you had to encounter her.’
‘It’s okay, Mrs Everit.’ Merrin smiled, placing her hand on her stomach, trying to quell the ache in her gut.
‘You did very well, little lamb. And I think it’s fair to say, that woman is a proper fucking cow!’
Merrin’s intake of breath was sharp and fuelled the burst of laugher that spilled from her. ‘Mrs Everit!’ She grabbed the countertop and hung from it, laughing so hard her sides hurt.
‘Well, I’m sorry, Merrin, but she is!’ She flattened her tabard against her chest. ‘Now, what can I get you, lovey?’
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
MIGUEL
Ben slept with his head thrown back in the old leather chair and his arms folded across his ample tum. Robin sat next to him in the other, snoring like billy-o and curled like a baby. He and Jarvis sat on the floor nursing cold bottles of beer and looking out of the loft, watching the sun go down.
‘Do you know, I’ve been all around the world, mainly for work, been to some incredible hotels, some insane resorts and I’ve seen some beautiful sunsets, but I don’t think any of them are as incredible as this view right here.’ Miguel, too sloshed to recognise his drunken haze, but loving the moment, made the bold statement.
‘Thank you, my friend, you’ve just saved me a king’s ransom!’ Jarvis chuckled.
‘How come?’
‘Well, I might have spent thousands travelling all over trying to look at a sunset prettier than this, but now I don’t need to if I know I’m not going to get any better. No need to take Rubes on any expensive honeymoon next year when we’ve saved up. I shall instead invest my money in one of them all-singing and all-dancing gas barbecues that she keeps on about for the backyard.’
‘Cheers to that!’ Miguel raised his bottle. ‘So what do you think it’ll be like, Jarvis, being a married man?’
‘Not much different, I don’t think; we already share a home and have a joint loan on the van. I reckon she’ll like being the only married Kellow daughter, though, like it’s an achievement.’ He breathed out. ‘There’s more than a bit of sisterly rivalry there, and Ruby will like the win.’
‘Why is there rivalry?’
‘God knows.’ Jarvis took a swig of his drink. ‘Sisters!’ He shook his head.
‘Where did you propose? Was it the grand gesture, rose petals, champagne on ice? The whole nine yards?’ Miguel tried to picture the big man on one knee.
‘Not quite.’ Jarvis laughed. ‘I asked her in the queue at the chip shop in Mevagissey. We’d stopped off to pick up supper and it was raining hard and I looked at her with her little hood up, the string drawn around her face so she was all squished, and I knew it was the right time and so I said, “Will you marry me, Rubes?” And she said, “Do you want your sausage battered or plain?” I told her, “Plain, obviously, I’m not too fond of batter,” and then she said, “And yes, I’ll marry you, Jarv!” And that was that.’
‘Wow!’ Miguel, encouraged by the beer that swilled in his blood, found his story strangely moving. ‘I’ve got to be honest, Jarv, I get why you want to be a part of this family. They are good people.’
‘They are that.’ Jarvis took a deep breath. ‘My own dad is worse than useless and Ben . . . he’s been good to me.’
‘And now he’s going to be your father-in-law.’
‘I am indeed!’ Ben hollered from the chair. ‘And thank God you was only saying nice things, cos I’d have your innards for fish bait! You’re good lads, both of you,’ he announced, before falling straight back to sleep.
He and Jarvis laughed quietly.
‘My dad’s great, I just, I just don’t really know him.’ Miguel whispered this truth. ‘He was always working when I was a kid and, now I’m an adult, he’s still always working.’
‘No shame in a man grafting to earn an honest living.’
‘No, none at all,’ Miguel agreed. ‘But I think if I ever have kids I’ll do it differently. I want more balance; I want to have a relationship with them.’
‘I can’t wait to be a dad. I’ll make sure I’m always around and give them the best I can.’
Miguel felt the embarrassing sting of emotion at the back of his nose, which quickly turned to laughter, as Jarvis swiped his own tears and the two chuckled. He realised for the first time that day that he might be a whole lot drunker than he had thought.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
MERRIN
Merrin woke with something that felt a lot like relief at the fact that she was in the place she loved where the sounds and smells were familiar and comforting. Running her hand over the wall she had faced on more nights than she cared to count, she pictured the little girl she had been, casting wishes that she hoped would scamper up the wallpaper and leap out of the open window, shooting up into the night sky. As a big girl, too, all the things she had hoped for her and Digby had been pictured clearly with her eyes screwed shut and a smile on her face while her sister snored in the bed opposite. The thought of Digby stirred the sediment of anxiety at what the day might hold; the thought of what lay ahead: seeing people for the first time, attending a wedding! I need to get through this, I need not to crumple and I want to be invisible . . . One more wish that she hoped would come true.