What Goes Around

chapter THIRTY EIGHT

‘How’s Charlotte now?’ Eleanor looks up, from where she's changing Daisy’s nappy.

‘She seems okay.’ Charlotte is on Facebook, I asked her to go on it so that Eleanor could have some time with Daisy.

Eleanor is looking better.

This morning we’ve had a long chat and she’s told me she’s sleeping with Noel. That he’s round quite a bit and sometimes he stays and she thinks there is hope for them.

I don’t know how I feel about it. If Noel is going to get back with Eleanor, then he needs to understand that that means Daisy too. Still, I get that they might need some time. I’m worried too though, knowing what I know about Noel and Lucy. So I changed the subject.

I told about her about the carry on last night, well not the part about Paul and how it seemed her dad was up to his old tricks as he died, I told her that Lucy was in a right old state. I watch her now as she kisses her daughter's foot and I am warmed that the bond is starting, just worried that it is taking so long.

All I bloody do is worry.

‘Her mum will be here soon.’ I say to Eleanor when she asks after Charlotte.

‘That bitch.’ Eleanor says.

‘Don't speak like that in front of Daisy,’ I say, ‘and remember Charlotte’s here.’ I’m surprised; Eleanor is not usually like that, it’s Alice and Bonny that call Lucy names. Eleanor’s managed to keep things civil with Lucy, Noel did too - he does Charlotte’s braces, those fancy ones that you can hardly see.

Or he did.

God, another thing to worry about.

‘Lucy is a bitch though,’ Eleanor says and she picks up Daisy and holds her high and blows kisses onto her tummy and speaks in a baby voice to her little girl. ‘Did your daddy to be, sleep with your step nanny?’ She turns to me as Daisy happily squeals for more of her mother’s kisses and she misinterprets my stunned expression. ‘They did.’ Eleanor says. ‘After the funeral!’

I don’t understand how she knows. More than that, I can’t believe how calm Eleanor is – I mean, she’s standing there with Daisy on her hip now and I think she’s even grinning.

‘It’s true!’ She says to the gaping hole of my mouth that is taking up my face.

‘Who told you?’

‘Scaredy Cat, Noel,’ she smirks. ‘He sobbed it all out the other week.’

I don't know my daughter – you think you know someone, you think that you know how they’ll react in certain situations but in truth, you don’t.

‘I’m actually glad that it happened,’ Eleanor says. ‘Not that I’ll ever tell him that.’ She looks down at Daisy who’s wriggling in her arms and blowing raspberries and wanting more kisses on her tummy from her mum. ‘I am actually glad that it happened – if we’re ever going to work out our marriage, maybe I need something big to forgive too.’

I do recognize her – it is Eleanor, it’s just not the Eleanor I’ve always known, my eldest has finally grown up. ‘I am trying Mum,’ she says and she hands me back Daisy. ‘Noel is too – he will be her dad, I just don’t know when.’ She looks at her baby and I know she loves her, I know now that I’m not so scared anymore.

‘Daisy!’ Charlotte skids in the room and comes to a halt when she sees that Eleanor is here. ‘Oh, hi Eleanor,’ she says and, well, it’s a bit embarrassing to tell you the next bit, but that's how it is around Eleanor and Noel - Charlotte duly walks over and flashes her teeth. It was the same for me – my teeth were shocking and Noel fixed them up a few months ago and while I was getting work done, every time Eleanor came over, I had to show her my teeth, like a horse…

Anyway, Eleanor is fond of Charlotte and she’s nice enough to know that it’s hardly her fault and she tells Charlotte how nice they look, but Charlotte says she hasn’t had them done in ages.

‘Mum says we can’t go to Noel anymore.’ Thank God for that I think. ‘She says it’s because he doesn’t do many evening appointments and with her job and everything… but I don’t think it’s for that reason.’ Eleanor and I share a quick yikes look, surely Charlotte doesn’t know what’s happened.

I mean surely.

‘I think it’s because of the new mortgage.’ I can see the shimmer of tears in Charlotte’s eyes and that poor kid has been put through so much – not just last night. Her dad’s gone, her pony has too and it can’t be about money, because I know Noel was hardly charging her anything. Maybe Lucy does have a conscience after all.

‘Maybe,’ Eleanor looks at me, ‘Maybe, I can--’ and then she closes her eyes, because, no, she really can’t face Lucy, so I step in.

‘Why don’t you tell your mum that if she’s struggling to get you there, I can take you,’ I offer and I look to Eleanor who nods.

After Eleanor has gone I leave Charlotte to get Daisy off to sleep because the phone rings and it’s a call I don’t want her to know about.

I take the call in my bedroom and then when I hang up it rings again and it’s Paul.

‘Shouldn’t you be asleep?’

‘I can’t sleep,’ he says. ‘Do you understand why I couldn’t tell you?’

‘Of course.’ I’m actually proud that he didn’t. ‘Was that your stress at work?’

‘Yep,’ he admits.

‘I thought…’ when I falter, he pushes me to go on. ‘I thought you just didn’t like me talking about him.’

‘Maybe a bit of that too.’

His honesty surprises me. I’m not used to it I guess. ‘I think it’s because he died, it just bought a lot of stuff up.’

‘I get that,’ he says. ‘It’s just…’

‘Just what?’

‘You just seem to miss him so much.’

‘Miss him?’ I frown. ‘No,’ I tell Paul. ‘It’s not like that. I think I’m still angry.’

‘We'll talk about it. Not on the phone though,’ Paul says. ‘We need to talk properly.’

‘Honestly?’ I check.

‘Honestly.’ He says.

Then my throat goes all tight, because here I am demanding honesty but there’s something I can never tell him.

Something that I’d die if it ever came out.

I honestly think I would.

Paul doesn’t notice my silence, he just carries on talking. ‘I’m not going to lose you to a dead guy, Gloria.’

‘Call around on your way to work,’ I offer.

‘It’s going to take more than a quick chat,’ Paul says.

‘Not about that.’ I grin, because it sounds like we really are going to be able to talk about things, well not everything, I am allowed to keep some things to me. ‘I’ve got loads of other stuff to tell you. You’re not going to believe this…’ and quickly I tell him that I’m going to be taking Charlotte to the dentist and he starts to laugh and yes, because it’s me, he can believe it, he says. ‘Oh, but there’s more…’ There’s so much more to tell him but I’m not going to on the phone. There isn’t time because there’s someone at the door and he can come over on his way to work tonight if he wants to hear that Eleanor knows about Lucy and Noel.

I know we’ll end up laughing then too.

It’s how he makes me – it’s like all my worries and fears lighten when I speak to him.

I go down the stairs and I’m still smiling, even when I open the door.