What Goes Around

chapter FIFTY NINE

I open the door to accept my online shopping delivery, only to see that walking up my driveway is Simone.

It’s awful when your children fall out. It’s not as if we were ever close friends but it makes things really awkward. I'm angry at Felicity, which means I'm angry with her mum but then I remember how I felt when it seemed Charlotte was the bully. I remember how mortified and embarrassed I was, how I wondered how I could possibly face Felicity. I guess she must be feeling like that too, worse perhaps given all that’s happened.

‘Felicity told me that Charlotte isn't back at school.’

‘She’s started at the local comprehensive.’

‘Because of the bullying?’

“What do you think?” I’m tempted to say but I don't. It would be so easy to, and I'm tempted, so tempted to, because I can walk away with my head held high. I can blame it all on her child, on her parenting. I can say that this has nothing to do with me, or my finances, or all the mess that he left.

‘Because of a whole lot of things.’ I say instead. ‘Come in.’

I put my shopping away as she talks to me.

She tells me she had no idea that Felicity could be like that. She talks about her guilt at not being around enough for her daughter. Yes, she drops her home after school but she then heads back to the office and she feels awful for not having had a clue what was going on.

I get it.

I put on the kettle as I keep putting my shopping away. I’ll make a pot of tea and then, I tell her, we’ll sit down and chat.

‘How do you do it, Lucy?’ Simone asks. ‘Who’s your cleaner?’

‘I got rid of her.’ I don’t offer that I couldn’t afford her any more, because that's not the entire truth either. ‘I do it better,’ I say. ‘And she got on my nerves – she kept using my mug.’

‘Rhonda!’ For the first time since she's been here, in fact for the first time with me, she starts laughing. ‘She uses my mug too,’ Simone says. ‘I’ve hidden it at the back of the cupboard’

‘That won’t stop her.’ I think of me driving around that day with no knickers on and my mug in my handbag and I start to laugh too.

‘I have to get rid of her but I just don't have the time to find anybody else,’ Simone says, watching me put my shopping away, watching as I take my commercial size cling film and separate all the muffins and bread. ‘I keep meaning to try online shopping, it just takes forever to set up the lists.’

‘It's worth it when you do though,’ I say and I admire her for coming over. ‘Do you want me to help you get started?’

‘You don't have to do that.’

‘I've got time today, though it would be easier to do it at your house so we can go through the cupboards.’ I can see her starting to blush.

‘Rhonda hasn't been in, she's not coming until this afternoon.’

‘That’s no problem.’

We have a cup of tea and chat for a while longer. Felicity wants to come and apologise properly to Charlotte, apparently, but I tell Simone that I need to speak to Charlotte about it first.

Then we head over to hers.

‘It’s a bit of a mess,’ Simone warns.

‘It’s fine,’ I say as I step in and yes, it’s untidy but nothing terrible.

Then I open her fridge - and you should be proud of me. Whatever you think of me, you should be proud of me for this, because I promise my face does not move a muscle, I don’t even blink.

OMG!!!!!

I cannot tell you how bad it is–this is a woman with a cleaner every other day that we’re talking about, though f*ck knows what Rhonda is doing.

Then I open her cupboards and I feel myself lick my lips in excitement.

I'm fascinated, I truly am.

I mean, how would you ever find anything?

How would you know what you had?

‘I'd love to drop to part-time and get on top of things.’ I turn and see this dull blush spreading over her cheeks. ‘But Heath isn’t getting so much work these days, there’s not much call for corporate pilots.’ This is possibly the most honest conversation that has ever taken place in the street – well, apart from between me and my hedge-trimming neighbour, but it took us years to get to that.

‘I'll sort you out,’ I give her a smile. ‘It’s what I’m good at.’

I am.

I really am.

I’m in my element in fact.

We line it all up on her benches and I sort about ten half open gravy tins into three and we do the same with an awful lot of salt.

We throw out more half open bags of pasta than I can count.

It doesn’t take me long.

Then I set to work on the fridge and by the time I’m done it’s practically empty, then onto the freezer I go.

‘I can’t take up all your day.’

‘I love it,’ I say, attacking twenty half used bags of frozen chips.

I sort out the online shopping, though really, with the amount of food in the cupboards she shouldn't have to shop for weeks. Then I share my six minute breakfast routine with Simone but then Rhonda arrives. She does a bit of a double take when she sees me.

‘Over for a chat?’ Rhonda asks.

I tell her no, I’m here to sort out the house for Simone. I’m here to help her get on top of things and instead of us heading over to mine to get away from Rhonda, I turn to Simone.

‘Do you want me do your wardrobes?’

For a second I think she might kiss me.

I do do her wardrobes but, in between, I pop out and I stand in whatever room Rhonda is hiding in and I watch.

I think Rhonda knows that if things don’t improve then she’ll be hearing a repeat of a conversation that she once had with me.

About how she does nothing and how dare she use my mug.

‘I’m coming back for the airing cupboard,’ I tell Simone when it’s coming up for three and I need to pick up Charlotte.

‘Here.’

My euphoria vanishes as Simone tries to hand me a cheque. ‘You really know how to make somebody feel small.’ For a second there I thought I’d actually made a friend.

‘Look who it’s made out to, Lucy,’ she says. ‘You’re starting up your own business and I'm your first client. Lucy, have you any idea how many people would kill to have someone like you to sort them out?’

I look down to the cheque and I see who it’s made out to.

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