A frown furrows her brow. ‘But I come live with Grace soon.’
‘Yes, that’s right, you are coming to live with me soon.’
‘But I not live with bad man, I scared. So we kill bad man, we kill Jorj Koony.’
‘I’m sorry Millie, we can’t kill anybody.’
‘Agata Christie kill people!’ she says indignantly. ‘In And Then There None, lots of people die, and Mrs Rogers, she die from sleeping medicine.’
‘Maybe she does,’ I say firmly. ‘But they’re just stories, Millie, you know that.’
Yet even while I’m telling her that we can’t, my mind races on ahead, wondering if there are enough pills to at least knock Jack out long enough for me to escape. Common sense tells me that even if there are enough, the chances of being able to get them into him are almost negligible. But despite what I’ve just told Millie, I know I’ll never be able to flush them down the toilet because they represent the first glimmer of hope I’ve had in a long time. But I also know that whatever I decide to do with them—if anything—Millie can’t be involved.
‘I’m going to flush the pills away,’ I tell her, walking into one of the cubicles. As I flush the chain, I quickly stuff the tissue up my sleeve but immediately panic when I realise that Jack will see the bulge and ask what it is. Fishing it back out, I look up and down my person, wondering where I can hide it. I can’t put it in my bag, because Jack always checks it before I put it away, and hiding it down my bra or knickers is out because he always watches me undress. Stooping, I slip the scrunched-up tissue into my shoe, wedging it firmly into the toe. It’s difficult to get my shoe back on and I know it’s going to be even more uncomfortable once I start walking, but I feel safer with the pills hidden there than on my body. I have no idea how I’m going to be able to get them out of my shoe if a time comes when I feel I can use them but just knowing they are there gives me comfort.
‘Grace stupid!’ Millie says furiously, as I come back out. ‘Can’t kill Jorj Koony now!’
‘That’s right, Millie, we can’t,’ I agree.
‘But he bad man!’
‘Yes, but we can’t kill bad men,’ I point out. ‘It’s against the law.’
‘Then tell police Jorj Koony bad man!’
‘That’s a good idea, Millie,’ I say, seeking to soothe her agitation. ‘I’ll tell the police.’
‘Now!’
‘No, not now, but soon.’
‘Before I come live with you?’
‘Yes, before you come to live with me.’
‘You tell police?’
I take her hand in mine. ‘Do you trust me, Millie?’ She nods reluctantly. ‘Then I promise I’ll find a solution before you come to live with me.’
‘Promise?’
‘Yes, I promise,’ I tell her, fighting back tears. ‘And now you must promise me something. You must promise that you’ll continue to keep our secret.’
‘I like Jack but I don’t like Jorj Koony,’ she intones, still upset with me.
‘Yes, that’s right, Millie. Now, let’s go back out and see Jack. Maybe he’ll buy us an ice cream.’
But even the thought of an ice cream, one of Millie’s favourite things, isn’t enough to lift her spirits. When I think about how proud and excited she’d been when she handed me the carefully wrapped pills, how clever she’d been to find a solution to the desperate situation we’re in, I hate that I can’t tell her how amazing she is. But despite the surge of hope I’d felt when I placed the pills in the toe of my shoe, I don’t see how I’ll be able to use them.
The walk to the nearby park, and the ice-cream van that is parked there, is so uncomfortable because of my squashed toes that I know I’m not going to be able to spend the next three hours walking around. Millie is so downcast I’m worried Jack will guess that something transpired between us during our time in the toilets and start asking questions that she won’t know how to answer. In an effort to distract her, I ask her which flavour ice cream she’s going to choose and, when she shrugs unenthusiastically, Jack’s appraising look tells me that even if he hadn’t noticed before, her change of spirits has now caught his attention. Looking for a way to distract him, and to brighten Millie’s mood, I suggest going to the cinema, which will also get me off my feet.
‘Would you like that?’ Jack asks, turning to Millie.
‘Yes,’ she says unenthusiastically.
‘Then we’ll go. But first, Millie, I want to know what happened in the toilet.’
‘What you mean?’ Caught off guard, Millie is defensive.
‘Just that you were happy when you went into the toilet and miserable when you came out,’ he says reasonably.