The Other Family Part 24

'There isn't enough money-'

'There isn't enough money for you to b.u.g.g.e.r up your own chances.'

Amy said in a whisper, sniffing, 'It's awful here.'

'And you think it's a good idea to make it worse?'

'I wouldn't-'

'You think your mother would thank you giving up your future for a minimum-wage job washing pots in a cafe?'

'She-'

'Don't be daft,' Scott said, interrupting. 'Don't fool yourself. Giving up's never the best way out of anything. I should know.'

'I wish I hadn't told you,' Amy said.

Scott laughed. 'Do you?'

'I'm scared-'

'Course you are. Exams are hideous.'

'I wish,' Amy said suddenly, 'I wish I had something to look forward to, I wish it wasn't just all this unravelling, all this uncertainty.'

Scott's gaze was resting on the great gleaming curve of the Sage Centre, across the river, its shining flank visible through the girders of the Tyne Bridge. He said thoughtfully, 'I'll give you something.'

'What?'

'I'll give you something to look forward to. Well, maybe looking forward is a bit strong, but something to think about, something a bit different.'

'What?' Amy said again.

'When your exams are done,' Scott said, 'when you're in that time after exams and you're waiting for the results and trying not to think about them, why don't you come up here?'

'Come-'

'Yes,' Scott said. 'Pack your flute and I'll give you the train ticket, and you come to Newcastle. I'll show you where Dad lived, when he was a kid. I'll show you where he came from. Tell your mother, so it's all above board, and come up to Newcastle next month.'

There was a silence. Scott wondered if he could hear Amy breathing, or whether he just imagined he could. He pressed the phone to his ear and began to count. When he got to ten, he would say her name again. One, two, three, four- 'OK,' Amy said.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

The flat was on the top two floors of a tall house close to Highgate School. The rooms were small, with thin walls and creaky floorboards, but there were spectacular views eastwards, over a dramatically sloping garden, and the rolling roofscape of London all the way to the hazy blue lines of Ess.e.x. The owner of the house, a television producer, lived half his life in Los Angeles, and wanted a tenant who would be there permanently, paying the mortgage and justifying the investment in a building whose owner only occupied it for half the year.

Sue had found the flat. Or rather, Sue's Kevin had found it while commissioning a new boiler his firm had put in for the owner. The owner happened to be there, a tall, bespectacled man with long grey hair, in a black T-shirt, and they had fallen into conversation while contemplating the boiler 'These new systems mean you can control the therms on your rads from here,' Kevin explained and the owner had mentioned that the top floors of the house were empty, and self-contained, and that he was looking for a tenant.

'As you're local,' he said to Kevin, making it sound like a social condition, rather than a category, 'you might know of someone.'

The rooms, apart from a cooker and a fridge and two aggressively modern chairs upholstered in leather, were empty. They were painted white and carpeted with narrow grey-and-black stripes, like the stripes of an expensive carrier bag. Chrissie looked round with the apprehension born of being confronted with something completely alien.

'I haven't lived in a flat since I met Richie-'

'Look,' Sue said, 'it's been weeks, months now. Richie didn't die yesterday. You are still waiting for probate. You can't do anything major till then but you can start moving yourself.'

She was not going to be roused. She had said to Kevin that morning, drinking tea in the kitchen while he packed his customary lunch of carbohydrate and sugar, that she'd accompany Chrissie to the flat in the spirit of friendship but that she was not, not, going to involve herself in anything emotional again. If Chrissie threw a fit and said she couldn't contemplate living anywhere like that, Sue would just let her throw it.

'I've done enough, and look where the last lot got me. I'll show her and that's that.'

Kevin came round the kitchen table, his canvas bag on his shoulder, and kissed her goodbye on the mouth. It was something she could always say for Kevin he always kissed her h.e.l.lo and goodbye and he always kissed her on the mouth.

'Good luck,' he said.

'D'you think I shouldn't be bothering?'

He considered for a second, then he said, 'A mate's a mate,' and kissed her again, and she felt the brief glow of being approved of. Now, standing watching Chrissie trying to imagine herself in the flat's sitting room with its uncompromising decor and wonderful view, she tried to recall that sensation of doing the right but still the sensible thing.

'It's so different,' Chrissie said.

'Course it is.'

'I don't know about renting-'

Sue leaned against a wall and folded her arms. She said patiently, 'We discussed that.'

'I know-'

'We discussed releasing all the capital in the house, and using the interest from investing that, to rent for a year or so until you've got your breath back.'

'Tamsin says it's such a bad time to sell-'

Sue looked at the ceiling.

'It's going to be a bad time for a while. Waiting isn't going to help. And you can't afford to stay.'

Chrissie said nothing and then Sue said, in the same voice but a little slower, 'You can't afford to stay.'

Chrissie crossed the room to look out of the window. The house was on the edge of such a precipitous slope that it felt like being in a tower, with the ground falling away so steeply below her. It felt improbable, completely improbable, the idea of living here, coupled with the idea of not living in the house with her little office, and the sitting-room window that jammed no matter how often the cords and weights were adjusted, and her bedroom with its cupboards and adjacent bathroom, and intimate knowledge of the way the light came in round the curtains in the morning. The sense of alarming unreality that had possessed her, on and off but more on than off, since Richie died seemed to have found its physical embodiment in this flat, and the prospect of living here.

'Suppose,' she said, not turning, still gazing out eastwards, 'suppose I take it and find I can't stand it?'

Sue imagined Kevin listening to her. He'd be eating a cheese-and-pickle sandwich (white bread only) right now.

She said levelly, 'Then you move.'

'But-'

'You take it for six months, and if you can't stand it, you move.'

'It would just be me and Dilly and Amy.'

'Would it?'

Chrissie turned.

'Tamsin's been talking about moving in with Robbie for ages. Now she's going to do it. Robbie has a flat in Archway.' She smiled weakly. 'He's going to build a cupboard for her clothes. Sweet, really.'

'Yeah,' Sue said. Domestically considerate men, in her view, lacked s.e.x appeal. She suppressed a small yawn. 'Tam's left before, though.'

'She came back-'

'As I recall it,' Sue said, 'Richie wanted her back and he got his way.'

'Maybe-'

'You didn't want her back, Chris,' Sue said. 'You thought it was time one of them showed a bit of independence. You thought Richie babied them.'

'He did,' Chrissie said fondly.

'And look what that's landed you with. It's good that Tamsin's making a move. Even if it would be better that she was doing it for herself rather than exchanging one support system for another.'

Chrissie said, nettled, 'And when did you last live on your own?'

Sue took her shoulder away from the wall, and hitched her bag higher.

'I was on my own for eight years before Kev. But that's not the point. The point is you and your future and what you can afford. You can't stay in the house bad but you can stay in Highgate good. You can't have all your children here bad but you can have two out of three good. You can't afford the house bad but you could afford this flat with ace views and a civilized landlord good to very good. Shall we just start from there?'

Chrissie walked past her and began to climb the stairs to the top floor and the bedrooms.

'Dilly won't be with me long, she says-'

Sue sighed. She followed Chrissie up the stairs.

'There'll still be Amy-'

Chrissie was standing in the doorway of one of the bedrooms.

'This is pretty small for Amy.'

'It's as big as the bedroom she has now.'

'I don't think so.'

'I'm not arguing,' Sue said, 'I'm saving my energy to argue exclusively about the big stuff.'

Chrissie ran a hand down one wall, as if it were an animal.

'Amy's been so sweet-'

'Has she?'

'That day,' Chrissie said, 'that day when I completely lost it and chucked all his clothes on the landing, she was so sweet. Poor Dilly didn't know what to do, she just stood there, looking petrified, but Amy didn't seem scared, which was amazing when you think how I'd managed to scare myself.'

Sue came into the room.

'What did she do?'

'She gave me a hug,' Chrissie said, 'she hugged me. Then she pushed me back to the bed and told me just to stay there and then she picked up all the clothes, very calmly, hanger by hanger, and put them back in the cupboards, exactly where they'd been. And she made Dilly do it too. She sort of talked her through it and I just sat there and watched them until everything was back and the doors were shut. And then she took my hand and led me downstairs and made tea and toast and all the time she was just quietly talking, about nothing very much, as if I was a dog or something that had been frightened. It was amazing.'

'Well done Amy,' Sue said. She looked round the room. 'She'll probably be the same about this, you know. She'll probably be amazing about this too.'

Chrissie closed her eyes briefly.

'I just wish I could be too.'

'Well,' Sue said, 'you'll have to work at it.'

Chrissie turned to look at her.

'What's the matter with me?'

Sue shrugged. The morning had gone on long enough, as had going round in unproductive circles.

'Shock,' she said tiredly. 'Grief. Disappointment. Anger. To name but a few.'

Chrissie came to stand close to her.

'Sorry.'

'Please don't-'

'I hate not being able to decide, I'm used to being able to decide-'

Sue leaned towards her and gave her cheek a quick kiss.

'I'm going to leave you to do just that.'

'Please-'

She made for the door.

'You'll be better on your own. And I must run.'