Cathy Kelly 3-Book Collection 2: The House on Willow Street, The Honey Queen, Christmas Magic, plus bonus short story: The Perfect Holiday. Cathy Kelly
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were talking about her, but there was pity in their eyes when they looked at her because she was well liked. And there was pity in their eyes now. She was convinced of it whenever anyone looked at her.
Poor Tess Power, the last to know. Split up from her husband. And what was that story about a trial separation they both agreed on? That was clearly a ruse. No, Kevin must have left her and gone out and found himself a younger model.
The women would feel sad for her and the men … maybe the men would think that Kevin had got it right, trading in forty-something Tess for a younger model.
In the butcher’s she looked at various cuts of meat, knowing she really needed to choose the cheapest for Sunday lunch. Maybe lamb shanks, she thought. Cheap, and if they were cooked slowly enough, they fell off the bone and made a beautiful stew. Yes, lamb shanks, she thought.
‘How are you, Tess?’ said Joe the butcher, in his normal friendly tone.
‘Fine,’ said Tess, knowing she sounded brittle and wishing she didn’t.
‘Great,’ said Joe, ‘what can I do for you today?’
She gave him her order, all the time wondering what he thought or whether he knew.
In the cake shop, she bought some Rice Krispie slices for Kitty’s lunch. On Fridays the children were allowed to bring in something sweet, and Tess generally managed to bake something during the week. But she wasn’t able to concentrate. Her mind kept flitting off whenever she thought about anything normal. Flitting off into the craziness of Kevin and Claire and what it all meant. What had she done? The whole thing was her fault. She’d let him go. And had he really loved her at all?
‘Hello, Tess,’ said the girl behind the counter in the cake shop.
Tess’s mind went blank. What was her name, what was her name? Erm … Sophie, yes, Sophie.
‘Hello, Sophie,’ she said gratefully. ‘I’ll have two of those Rice Krispie cakes and one French stick, please.’
It was dreadful to be buying those cakes when they were the easiest thing in the world to make, but she felt so tired at night, so weary. And once dinner was over and washed up, she only had the energy to sit blankly in front of the TV and look at it, not really taking anything in. Staring into the middle distance. She was doing her best for the children. When she was with them you wouldn’t think there was anything wrong, you wouldn’t think that her life had been ripped apart. No, Tess Power would not let her beloved children down. And no matter what people were talking about, she would show the stern Power backbone.
‘Thank you, Sophie,’ she said with a bright smile.
Let people talk: they would see that she was well able for anything the world threw at her. Groceries bought, she turned and headed back up the town, towards the shop. She saw Danae on the way and waved hello at her. That was the nice thing about people like Danae. They weren’t garrulous. Wouldn’t offer an opinion. Wouldn’t say anything. Danae, Tess decided, was probably the only person in the entire town who you could sit and have a cup of tea with and she’d never ask a single personal question or offer a personal detail in return. But then, Tess thought, Danae had always struck her as a lonely figure, someone on the outskirts, not quite a part of Avalon. No, it was easier to be talked about and live in the town like a normal person, even if your husband had run off with a twenty-nine-year-old illustrator. Easier to do that than live in the half-life of loneliness.
Vivienne had been minding the shop for the half-hour while Tess was out buying dinner.
‘Someone came in and was very interested in that little round table with the darker inlay,’ said Vivienne excitedly. ‘I told her you’d be back in half an hour. She said she’d come back.’
‘Oh Lord,’ said Tess. ‘They often say that, but they don’t mean it.’ She was quite used to people coming in, examining things, promising on their mother’s life they’d be back in half an hour when they got the money from the cash machine, and then never appearing again.
‘No, she looked like she really meant it – and I can tell,’ said Vivienne. ‘Hasn’t been a bad day at all, you know. You sold those teacups and I sold four, four of those new skirts I got in, so it’s been a good day.’
Yes, thought Tess. It’s been a good day. Let’s concentrate on the positive and not mention Claire or wonder if everyone in town knows that Kevin’s now in love with her. She knew all too well that once Vivienne got started on the subject of Kevin and Claire, there was no stopping her.
Vivienne had very firm views on how she should treat Claire.
‘Ignore her,’ she’d said, when Tess had broken the news to her. ‘You shouldn’t meet her. She’s beneath you. She’s a child.’
‘She’s twenty-nine,’ said Tess, finding herself in the odd position of defending Claire. ‘And she’s not a child. When I was her age, I had a child and was married,’ she added.
‘You should steal him back, give her a taste of her own medicine,’ said Vivienne heatedly.
Again Tess had to intervene. ‘She didn’t steal him, Vivienne,’ she said tiredly. ‘He was …’ She paused; she wasn’t sure exactly what Kevin had been during the trial separation. Was he like a library book in the recently returned slot, which was where everyone in the library seemed to go first, as though the fact other people had chosen them somehow made the books more interesting. Kevin had been in the recently returned slot and Claire had picked him up. Tess really had nobody to blame but herself.
‘I know what you should do,’ pronounced Vivienne, ‘you should start dating that gorgeous Cashel hunk. That’d make Kevin jealous. Actually, forget making Kevin jealous: go off and date Cashel. I would.’
‘I told you,’ Tess said, ‘Cashel and I have history, there’s as much chance of him dating me as him dating the man in the moon or the woman in the moon, whatever in the moon.’
No, Tess thought, best not to get Vivienne started on that subject. ‘Thanks for minding the shop,’ she said brightly. ‘I’d better put my shopping away and get ready for when Miss Small Round Table turns up.’
‘Great,’ said Vivienne, and marched back into her own shop.
Alone, Tess thought how much easier it was to be angry than sad. If she let herself be sad, she fell apart. Anger was far more productive. Anger had got her through telling Kitty the news.
Kitty had taken it better than her brother.
‘Does that mean that you aren’t married any more?’ she asked. ‘Will you be getting a divorce?’
Tess knew that many of the children in her daughter’s class had divorced parents, for which she was grateful, but she had never planned on being one of them.
‘Not yet,’ she said cheerily. ‘Daddy says Claire is a lovely person.’
She had no idea how she managed to say it without wincing but if it would spare her daughter distress, she could do anything.
Kitty put her small head to one side, considering. ‘I like having Daddy living here,’ she said. ‘Can’t he move in here with Claire?’
‘No, darling, he can’t. That’s not the way it works. He’ll live with Claire and it will be your second home, with another bedroom and everything.’
‘Can I take Moo with me when I stay over?’ Kitty asked.
Tess felt the anger flood through her at the prospect of another woman putting Kitty to bed and tucking Moo in beside her.
‘Of course, darling,’ she said.
‘OK,’ said Kitty thoughtfully. ‘Is Claire pretty? As pretty as you, Mummy?’
Anger left to be replaced by love. ‘I don’t know,’ Tess said, snuggling her daughter close, ‘but Daddy and I love you best, remember that. We will always love