‘How you feeling, Merry?’ Bella, always able to read her friend’s mood, asked softly.
Merrin found a neutral expression and sat back down, not keen to be reminded of the awkward lunch and how she and Digby had stared at each other, wishing they were anywhere but refereeing at the table while their parents tried to slice through the atmosphere with small talk and Guthrie mumbled in his sleep. Bella eased her wide bum into the chair opposite hers.
‘Calmer than I thought. Excited.’ She raised her shoulders as her mum once again set to work with the curling tongs, pulling her hair this way and that. ‘I can’t wait for it all to begin . . .’
‘Now’ – Bella sipped her gin – ‘there is something we need to talk about.’
‘What’s that then?’ She was curious.
‘When you’re married, which you will be in a few hours’ – she looked at her watch – ‘Digby may . . . and don’t be scared, but he may want to have sexy time with you.’
‘Oh, for the love of God!’ her mum tutted, but her shoulders shook with laughter.
‘Sorry to have to mention it in front of you, Mrs K, but it’s a fact. And someone needs to set this poor, innocent girl straight.’ Bella held up her hands authoritatively.
Ruby threw her head back and howled her joy. This was Bella’s skill; her words and humour provided a glue of neutrality that bound her to her sister. Merrin felt her face colour, glad she was leaning forward with her eyes on her bare feet, which, she could see, needed a good scrub.
Bella continued, undeterred. ‘Sexy time can be a wonderful thing.’ Her voice was solemn and flat, like she was giving a sermon.
‘Well, you should know, you do it often enough,’ Ruby put in.
‘Ruby Mae!’ her mum shouted.
‘What? It’s true. And please don’t interrupt her, Ma, this could be the most important advice our Merrin gets today.’
‘I very much doubt that,’ her mum added.
Bella coughed; she loved an audience. ‘Miss Merrin Mercy Kellow, I’m going to give you the advice my dear, sweet old mother gave me.’
‘Your mum is not dear or sweet and she’d cuss the hide off you if she heard you call her old,’ Heather interjected.
‘I’m ignoring you, Mrs K.’ Bella cleared her throat. ‘Now, I’m going to give you the basics. And it’s all to do with his wiggle and your tuppence.’ Even Bella struggled to contain her laughter.
‘Tuppence!’ Merrin clutched her stomach, as laughter erupted from her. ‘I haven’t called it “tuppence” since we were at primary school!’
‘Well, I don’t know what else to call it.’ Bella seemed to consider her options. ‘I quite like “lady garden”.’
‘Lady garden!’ Ruby shrieked. Merrin was becoming increasingly glad her dad had left the house.
‘My mother prefers the word “privates”,’ Bella added.
‘Privates!’
The girls laughed loudly, and even her mum joined in. This was more like the mirth and joy she had envisaged for her wedding day.
‘Knock knock!’ came the sound of a male voice.
Merrin whipped her head towards the back door, where Jarvis Cardy – the same Jarvis whom Ruby had punched in the mouth over a decade ago – stood, wearing the jeans and a sweatshirt he wore to fish and holding an envelope.
The sight of him, and all he had possibly witnessed, was enough to send the ensemble into the next level of hysterics.
‘Jarvis!’ Merrin jumped up, trying to contain her giggles. ‘How long have you been standing there?’
‘Long enough, Merry.’ He looked away and shifted his feet awkwardly. ‘I just brought you a card.’ He walked forward hesitantly with the card in his outstretched hand.
‘Oh, Jarvis, thanks! That’s lovely.’ She held her dressing gown closed at the neck and took the shiny gold envelope from her friend.
‘It’s a fancy one; I got it in town. It’s not one from the shop.’
It meant the world that he had gone to so much trouble. Mrs Everit’s selection of cards in the village store was no more than a yellowing assortment of faded tat, covering children’s birthdays and one or two ‘In Sympathy’, but certainly nothing that would be suitable for the Port Charles wedding of the year.
‘I’ll save it and open it later with Digby, if that’s okay.’
‘’Course it is.’ Jarvis coughed and his cheeks blushed crimson.
The room fell quiet, as if all were equally embarrassed, not only by what he might have overheard, but also by the fact that he had briefly been Merrin’s boyfriend before Digby. Merrin felt acutely aware that in a parallel universe it could have been him at home right now, looking for cufflinks and ironing his good shirt, him waiting for her at the end of the aisle.
‘I’d best let you get on. Good luck, Merry. Enjoy your day.’
‘I will, and thanks for the card.’ She held it aloft as he turned slowly, as if reluctant to leave. He hovered in the doorway, taking her in, head to toe.
‘And Merry.’ He swallowed.
‘Yes?’
‘I just wanted to say . . .’ Again he faltered, and licked his lips.
‘Spit it out, lad!’ Bella encouraged.
‘Leave him alone, Bells! You take your time, Jarv.’ Ruby came to his defence, as she often did, as if trying to make amends for the great mouth smack he had received when they were kids.
He looked up and smiled at her, grateful, it seemed, for the ally. Then he appeared to lose his nerve and looked again at his feet. ‘Nothing.’ He shook his head and made his retreat. ‘It don’t matter.’
Merrin watched him go, glad he had not said or done anything that might have embarrassed them all. She turned to face her bridesmaids and mother, who all stared at her.
‘What?’ she asked, knowing full well that their thoughts probably matched her own.
‘Here we are then!’ Her gran, Ellen Kellow, announced her arrival, breaking the silent impasse and slamming the back door shut with her bottom. ‘A fisherman’s daughter marrying a Mortimer, did we ever think we’d see the day?’ She chortled and shook her head. ‘I know I never did, that’s for sure. What would old Ma Mortimer say?’