Free It Had to Be You by David Nobbs

sunk in, hasn’t it? It’s so awful.’
    ‘Not that. Well, that too, of course. But … I bet the funeral will be next Wednesday. It’ll take that long to organise.’
    ‘So?’
    ‘That’s the day we’re going to the Fat Duck.’
    ‘For shame, Gordon. Is a meal more important than Deborah’s death?’
    ‘It isn’t a meal. It’s the meal. We booked months ago.’
    ‘Gordon, I don’t believe what I’m hearing.’
    ‘I know, but … I loved Deborah, Steph … loved her, wonderful woman, I’m very sad. But we can’t bring her back, and you have to book months in advance.’
    ‘I think we have to go.’
    ‘Well, I don’t know that it’s that cut and dried. I think they’ll be used to people cancelling. They’ll have a cancellation list.’
    ‘I meant, “We have to go to the funeral…”’
    ‘Yes. Yes, of course we do. No, I really want to. Of course I do. What do you think I am?’
    ‘It may not be next Wednesday.’
    ‘It will be. Death is never convenient. Do you know, I think I’m fated to die without ever having tasted snail porridge.’
     
     
    Edward and Jane Winterburn. He’d been quite close to them once. Well, very close to Jane, for a while. Well, she’d been his very first proper girlfriend. She had legs that went on for ever. He’d thought he loved her. He’d thought she loved him. Definitely wrong on the second count, she went off with Ed the day after James had taken her to his college’s May Ball. Probably wrong on the first count too, because he got over it pretty quickly. They had stayed friends at first. Then Ed did something he really didn’t approve of. Twice, to his knowledge. Went bankrupt, opened up under a new name, owing vast sums that nobody would ever receive. Mocked James for his disapproval, called him naive and stuffy and unrealistically idealistic. After that it had been Christmas cards only. But they had both liked Deborah. Yes, he decided that he’d let them know.
    Jane answered. He was pleased about that.
    ‘Bad news, I’m afraid, Jane.’
    ‘Yes. How did you know?’
    ‘What?’
    ‘Has it been on the news?’
    ‘What are you talking about?’
    ‘Ed.’
    ‘Ed?’
    ‘His disappearance. Isn’t that what you’re ringing about?’
    ‘Ed’s disappeared?’
    ‘Yes. Into thin air. I haven’t seen him since Tuesday.’
    ‘I don’t believe this.’
    ‘He went off to a party in some pub somewhere, round Chelsea, well, it was Roger Dodds’s actually, you remember him? I didn’t go. He never came back, hasn’t been seen since.’
    ‘Good God.’
    ‘I thought that’s what you were ringing about.’
    ‘No. I had no idea. I’m so sorry.’
    ‘Thanks. So what are you ringing up about, James?’
    ‘Um … I’ve got some news too.’
    ‘Well, I hope yours is a bit more cheerful. I need cheering up.’
     
     
    ‘A light went out of the world yesterday morning, James.’
    Yes, yes, Tom, but don’t overdo it.
    He had been surprised to find Tom at home, but Tom had explained that he worked from home two days a week now. All right for some.
    ‘James, I think I’m probably your oldest friend.’
    ‘Undoubtedly. I don’t have any other friends from that dreadful prep school.’
    ‘So please, please, feel you can rely on Jen and me for support twenty-four seven.’
    ‘Thank you.’
    ‘Um … about the funeral. About the date. Is it decided?’
    ‘Not yet. These things are complicated.’
    ‘The fact is …’
    ‘I can only just hear you, Tom.’
    ‘I don’t want Jen to hear. She’d be livid if she knew I was asking this. Livid.’
    ‘What are you asking, Tom?’
    ‘The fact is … I have two tickets for the Centre Court at Wimbledon for next Thursday. I mean, don’t get me wrong, James, that isn’t important, isn’t remotely important, compared to … your tragedy. However … James, I’ve never told another human being this, except the doctors, but I have … um … a bit of a problem. I … not to put too fine a point on it … I