Chapter Nine

       Sarah

      Sarah’s brother had a rotten sense of timing. If you wanted someone to spoil your punchline, turn the room awkward with a single question or, in her case, ring the bell when her hands were covered in a papier-mâché of eggy flour, he was your man. With a sigh, she scrubbed her skin. Pasta dough made superglue look like children’s paste.

      ‘Just a sec!’ she shouted, even though there was no way he could hear her all the way upstairs at the front of the house.

      ‘You’re early,’ she said by way of greeting.

      Robin leaned in to kiss his sister’s cheek. ‘Nice to see you too. You’ve got something on your face.’

      He pointed, not moving to wipe it off. It probably looked like something had come out of her nose.

      ‘Sorry, I’m in the middle of the pasta.’

      ‘Home-made pasta? Is it a special occasion?’

      ‘Can’t I do something nice for my only brother?’

      Of course, she wasn’t just doing something nice for her only brother. She planned to ambush him while he was in a carb coma.

      She didn’t usually have to stuff Robin full of spaghetti alla Genovese to ask for favours. They’d always been close, and especially so since their mum died. But Sarah knew he wasn’t going to be keen to do what she wanted without a lot of persuasion.

      ‘Drop your coat and stuff on the sofa.’ She kicked her running shoes under the coffee table. ‘I’ve just got to finish kneading the dough and we can eat in about an hour.’

      He sidestepped the reading lamp’s wire that trailed across the sitting room floor. ‘This place is a deathtrap.’

      ‘But it’s our deathtrap and we love it.’

      ‘I brought wine,’ he said as he followed her down to the kitchen. ‘You want some, right?’ He began flinging the drawers open like he lived there, which was fine with her. Wall-to-wall dereliction made everyone who entered feel at home. Maybe it reminded them of their student housing. Not for much longer though.

      ‘The opener’s in—’

      ‘What’s this?’

      He held up The Great British Bake Off application.

      ‘It’s nothing. I was going to say the wine opener’s in the drawer to your left.’

      ‘Are you applying?’

      ‘No. It was Rachel’s stupid idea. Put it back in the drawer please.’

      ‘It’s not a stupid idea at all. You should do it. I love your baking.’

      ‘I doubt Paul Hollywood wants your opinion on it, but thanks. I’m not doing it.’ The way Sarah said it made him drop the subject.

      Robin was two glasses into the Chianti by the time the water for the pasta started boiling in the huge pot. Both were ready for the next step.

      ‘So, I was thinking about Sissy,’ Sarah said, gathering the soft spaghetti strands from the broom handle where they’d been dangling since she’d pulled them from the pasta machine.

      ‘She was in cracking good spirits when I went up yesterday,’ he said, watching Sarah drop the pasta into the water.

      ‘I know. She’s been like that for the past few weeks. It’s probably because of that boyfriend. Have you met him?’

      His expression darkened. ‘No, have you?’

      Sarah shook her head, watching the timer. ‘Kelly says he’s very nice.’

      ‘I’m sure he is, for someone who wants to shag my little sister.’

      He finished his wine with a gulp.

      ‘Anyway, Robin, she needs a holiday. So I was wondering … Maybe you and Lucy could take her somewhere? I’d love to plan something with her but I’ll be tied up with the builders for who knows how long. She really needs to get away.’

      The builders were meant to arrive the first week in January to start the renovations. Rachel had done all the designs and Sarah was supposed to keep the team of builders under control. It was their way of paying for their share of the house since they hadn’t had as much cash as Catherine to contribute towards the purchase.

      As she waited for her brother’s answer she realised she was holding her breath. She also knew that, if it were up to Robin alone, she’d be breathing fine.

      ‘I’m not sure that’ll work, Sarah. There’s Lucy to think about. It’s not that she doesn’t like Sissy. She’s just not completely comfortable with her yet. Give her some time to get used to Sissy.’

      ‘Robin, I don’t want to tell you how to run your life.’

      She was definitely going to tell him how to run his life.

      ‘But she’s had over a year and Sissy shouldn’t need to be got used to. She’s a person. She’s your sister. If Lucy wants to be part of your life, she’s going to need to let Sissy into hers.’

      He leaned back in the kitchen chair. ‘I know, and she will. She’s never been around someone with Down’s before. She just needs some more time. But I don’t think a week away together at this point is going to make them bond.’

      Nor would keeping them apart. ‘So you won’t do it?’

      ‘Please, Sarah, try to understand. I know Lucy does your head in but I do love her. What if you and I at least take Sissy away for the weekend? You could get away for just a day or two, couldn’t you? Or I can take her myself if you’re busy?’

      He looked so guilty that Sarah started feeling bad, but no, if she let him get off easily then he’d never force the issue with his girlfriend. If Lucy was going to be in Robin’s life then she had to accept them all. That was the deal.

      ‘It’s not the same as a proper holiday, Robin, and you know it. It’s been over a year since she’s been away.’

      ‘Look how well that turned out,’ he said.

      Sarah grimaced at the memory.

      Majorca had