Some Girls Do

Chapter Thirty-one




‘I brought this over last night,’ Luca said, in the morning, handing Claire a large square parcel wrapped in brown paper, ‘but I wasn’t sure … I was going to give it to Espie for her birthday. I thought you might like to have it.’

‘I told you she said not to get her a present,’ Claire said, sitting at the table to open it.

‘She said not to buy her a present.’ Luca smiled. ‘And I didn’t.’

‘Oh.’ Claire tore at the paper, guessing what it was. Her eyes welled when she uncovered the painting and recognised her mother and her friends grouped around a table playing cards. Even Luca was there at the bottom of the picture, his back to the viewer, and Claire was opposite him, her head bent as she studied her cards, frowning in concentration. But Espie was at the centre, all the light in the painting falling on her as she pulled a card from her hand, her eyes alight with triumph.

‘Oh, Luca!’ Tears spilled from Claire’s eyes. He had captured her mother so perfectly – not just her physical likeness but her essence. It was almost as if she was alive again, here in the room with them. She flipped the canvas around, where Luca had scrawled the date and title on the back. ‘The Trick,’ she read.

‘Maybe I shouldn’t have given it to you,’ he said, his eyes full of concern. ‘I didn’t mean to upset you.’

‘No, it’s perfect.’ She threw an arm around him and kissed his cheek. ‘Thank you. I just wish Mum could have seen it. She would have loved it so much – after she’d got over being cross with you for giving her a present.’ She wiped her eyes. ‘I’m going to bring it to the mortuary tonight and ask them to put it on the coffin tomorrow at the funeral.’


It was another long, deadening day of arrangements, tea and visitors. Claire was so weary of the inertia, she was almost relieved when it was time to go to the mortuary that evening, finally signalling the beginning of the end.

She had questioned the wisdom of bringing the children, worried that they would be spooked by seeing their grandmother’s body laid out. But Michelle insisted that it would help them come to terms with Espie’s death. More likely, Claire suspected, she thought it would be good material for her column.

‘Is she going to be a vampire now?’ Ben asked solemnly, as he gazed into the coffin.

‘Some people don’t become vampires,’ Adam said. ‘They have the true death.’

‘I hope she is one,’ Ben said. Then he gasped. ‘She wouldn’t bite us, though, would she?’

‘No,’ Adam said firmly. ‘She’d only bite bad people, like murderers or … the government.’

Cian was sobbing uncontrollably in Michelle’s arms. ‘I think it’s hit him that he’s never going to see his nana again,’ she said to Claire, over the top of his head.

‘Maybe he will,’ Adam said.

‘That’s right, Adam.’ Michelle smiled down at him. ‘We’ll see her again in Heaven, won’t we?’

‘We might see her before that,’ Adam said, ‘if she turns into a vampire.’


Claire was touched by the number of people who came to the mortuary. She thought she would be shaking hands for the rest of her life as friends and neighbours streamed past for what felt like hours, offering their condolences. There were some unexpected faces, some Claire hadn’t seen in so long it took her a moment to place them, and a few she didn’t recognise at all.

Afterwards the house was thronged, and Claire was kept busy with the caterers, seeing that everyone got food and topping up glasses. She was too preoccupied with looking after the guests and chatting to people to think about getting anything for herself, until Luca thrust a plate into her hand.

‘You should eat,’ he said, leading her to an empty chair and handing her a glass of wine. Claire thanked him, and began mechanically forking food into her mouth, barely even tasting it.

‘You’re looking after Claire, are you, Luca?’ Mary said, joining them. ‘Good lad,’ she continued, without waiting for an answer.

Jim soon joined them, followed by Lily, Nancy and Michael, forming a little huddle around Claire and Luca. It was strange to see them so subdued, but Claire was touched by their gentle concern for her, and admired the way they looked after each other in their mutual grief. And she couldn’t help feeling a little childish glee that their obvious fondness for Luca and their assimilation of him into their little gang was pissing off Michelle, if the suspicious looks she was throwing in their direction were anything to go by.

Claire looked around the room, filled with chatter and laughter. There were so many friends, some of whom her mother hadn’t seen in a long time. It was sad that they were here now, when it was too late.

‘Mum would have loved this,’ she said quietly, her eyes filling. It seemed horribly unfair that Espie was missing her own party.

Luca took her hand silently, and she interlinked her fingers with his. She was so grateful that he was there. She didn’t know how she’d have coped without him over the past couple of days. It struck her how much more alone and lost she’d have felt if it hadn’t been for his constant reassuring presence. Everyone was being so kind, but they all left in the end and she was so glad that she wasn’t alone when they were gone.

‘Can you stay again tonight?’ she asked him.

‘Of course,’ he said, squeezing her hand. ‘Whatever you want.’

‘Thank you.’

‘Besides,’ he smiled, ‘there’s going to be a ball at Netherfield. I don’t want to miss that.’


The following day was warm and bright, and Claire was glad that the glare of the sun gave her an excuse to wear dark glasses and hide her ravaged eyes as the family left the house and got into the funeral cars. She was dimly aware of the blur of faces as they pulled up outside the church and got out, surprised and touched to see Luca’s parents among the throng with Ali. He seemed as surprised to see them as she was.

The service was sad, the music unbearably moving. When her mother’s friends started playing, Claire hoped Mary’s tuneless scraping wouldn’t reduce her to giggles. But the violin was so heartbreakingly sweet and melodious, she had to check that another musician hadn’t taken over at the last minute. She broke down again at the sight of the old lady, her teeth gritted and her face set in a grimace of concentration while tears rolled down her cheeks.

‘What’s he crying for?’ she heard Michelle hiss further along the pew, as Luca discreetly wiped tears from his eyes. ‘And why is he in the front with Claire? Who does he think he is – chief mourner or something? He’s not even family.’

None of them had had the energy to dissuade Michelle from speaking, but they had insisted that Jim should be allowed to do the main eulogy so she was cut mercifully short. Jim’s speech was fittingly funny at times, evoking the spirit of the friend he had lost.


Claire broke down completely as the service ended, sobbing uncontrollably and clinging to Luca, who was practically holding her up as they followed the coffin out of the church. Outside, everyone stood chatting, and when she had recovered, Claire moved around, thanking them for coming and inviting them back to the house after the crematorium.

‘Mary, your playing was beautiful,’ she said, as soon as she saw her.

‘Ah, I couldn’t let Espie down, today of all days. She was always very forgiving, but I wouldn’t have been able to forgive myself if I hadn’t done right by her.’

‘I hope you’re not in too much pain?’

‘Can’t feel a thing. I took an extra dose of morphine and some other stuff, just to be on the safe side. What you might call a cocktail of drugs,’ she said cheerfully. ‘Though I am a bit woozy now. I could do with a sit-down.’

‘Why don’t you get into one of the cars? We’ll be going shortly.’

‘I’ll look after her,’ Jim said, appearing and leading her away.

Tom had closed the shop for the morning so he and Yvonne could both be at the funeral. He hugged Claire and told her to take as much time off work as she needed. Yvonne’s eyes kept darting to Luca. She was obviously dying to ask questions, but was aware that now was not the time.

Catherine was delighted to have finally encountered the infamous Michelle first-hand. ‘I wouldn’t have missed your sister-in-law’s eulogy for the world,’ she told Claire. ‘Comedy gold.’

‘I know. I wish Mum could have heard it – it would have given her such a laugh.’

‘I don’t think I’ve ever heard a eulogy before that eulogised the person giving it. Pure genius!’

Ali hugged her fiercely, while Luca’s parents greeted her with more restraint.

‘It was good of you to come,’ she said as she shook their hands.

‘I hope we’ll see you at the house again soon,’ Jonathan said.

‘Yes, get Luca to bring you some Sunday for lunch,’ Jacqueline said, her eyes drifting to Luca, who was chatting with Jim and Michael. ‘We’d love to see you.’


Claire was glad that only a smaller core group of family and friends came back to the house after the crematorium. Her energy was dwindling after the strain of the past couple of days and she just wanted to be with people who didn’t require her to make any effort. Some people had come a long way, and she was glad to see her mother’s old friends reunited, chatting about old times and remembering Espie, as long as she didn’t have to do anything. She made sure there was plenty of food and drink, and let them get on with it. The party went on late into the evening and, much as she appreciated their support and friendship, Claire was relieved when people started to leave. She felt completely drained and tired to her bones. She wanted to get into bed and sleep for a week.

‘I’d love to stay and help you with the clearing up,’ Michelle said, ‘but we need to get the kids to bed. It’s been a very long couple of days for them.’

‘That’s fine.’

‘But you have all the time in the world now anyway. There’s no rush. You should leave it all until tomorrow.’

Claire nodded, wishing her sister-in-law would go. That was what she really needed right now – advice about tidying up. So helpful.

When the last guest had left, she surveyed the mess in the living room. While she was glad to be alone again, it also brought home to her how alone she was now. When the house had been full of people, she had had something else to focus on, and the business of the funeral had carried her through for the past few days. There had been so much to plan and so many people around all the time. But now it was over and there was nothing left to do, nothing else to think about. She felt overwhelmed by the emptiness of the room and hugged herself as tears sprang into her eyes.

Suddenly she felt arms wrap around her from behind and she jumped.

‘Hey,’ Luca said softly in her ear, pulling her closer. ‘Sorry, did I give you a fright?’

‘I thought everyone had gone.’

‘Everyone else has. The caterers are packing up in the kitchen. They, um … they need to be paid.’

‘Oh! Of course.’ She wriggled out of his arms and picked up her bag from the floor, pulling out the envelope with the caterers’ money. They wanted to be paid in cash and she had the exact amount ready. She went into the kitchen and found them packing up the last of the glasses.

‘Thanks.’ She smiled at Mike, handing him the envelope. ‘You did a great job.’

‘Thank you,’ he said, pocketing the envelope. ‘Okay, we’re all done here.’ He swung up the box of glasses and nodded to his partner. Luca came into the kitchen as they left.

‘Thanks for sticking around,’ she said to him. ‘You’re a good friend.’ Her voice broke.

Luca rushed to her, pulling her into his arms. ‘You’re exhausted,’ he said, brushing her hair off her face as he looked down at her. ‘Why don’t you go to bed and I’ll start clearing up this lot?’

‘You don’t have to …’

He put a finger on her lips, silencing her. ‘I know I don’t have to. Now go on.’ He bent and kissed her forehead, and she turned to go. She was too tired and the thought of her bed was too tempting to resist. ‘I’ll be up shortly,’ he said, as he turned to the sink, rolling up his sleeves.

‘You’re staying?’ She turned in the doorway.

‘Oh.’ He frowned. ‘Do you want to be alone?’

‘No, I really don’t. I’d like you to stay.’

She left him in the kitchen, slinging things into the sink, and dragged herself up the stairs to bed. She was half asleep already as she undressed and crawled into bed. But she was still just awake later when Luca got in and wrapped his arms around her. She turned into his body and drifted off to sleep.