questioned him about any of his âhouse clearancesâ and âspecial offersâ; hadnât worried, because he and his ill-gotten gains were to have been her gateway out of a senseless life. She glanced to her left, saw him peering round his motherâs net curtains. So, she would have to change the shop alarm and the one at home. Those things could wait a day or two because he would certainly not trespass further on her anger just yet. Harrietâs shop would need to be dealt with, also. Lisa would have a word with Hermione, too, as soon as possible. It was time to come clean.
Her stomach threatened to rise to the occasion, so she took a barley-sugar sweet from the glove compartment. There was no food in her, and that was the reason for digestive misbehaviour. Sugar for shock , she told herself as she pulled away from the bungalow. He had a few shocks coming, but heâd be needing more than sweets as a cure.
Gus was home â oh, joy. From behind a newspaper, he asked if sheâd had a pleasant day. She told him it had been wonderful and that the shop had been razed to the ground in an arson attack. âGood,â he replied, âthatâs the ticket.â
Ticket to madness , she thought as she made herself a small meal of cheese and crackers. It was a warm evening, so she carried the food out to the garden and sat on the swing. She placed the glass of fresh orange on a small wooden table, picked at a cracker and a bit of Brie. Dusk was gathering, and the security lights blinked on and off each time she moved, but they were behind her, so they didnât interfere. She was halfway through her second cream cracker when she noticed her daughter sitting in the gazebo. After swallowing a mouthful of juice and a great deal of nervousness, she picked up plate and glass before walking towards Harriet.
âHi,â said the girl when her mother arrived. âLong day?â
âThe longest ever,â Lisa replied. âTotal disaster.â
âAh.â Harrie knew not to enquire further; if her mother wanted to talk, she would.
âLunch with Sadie Fisher. Sheâs going in for liposuction soon. I hope they have a strong machine â sheâs carrying more fat than a pork butcher.â
Harrie sighed quietly. Conversations with her mother could be a bit repetitive.
âAnd there was a scene in the restaurant, rather embarrassing. I need to think before I can talk about it, but I seem to be in a bit of a pickle.â
Again, Harrie offered neither question nor comment.
âIâve been a terrible mother, havenât I?â
Harrieâs spine was suddenly rigid. This was definitely not one of Lisaâs usual topics. âI donât know. Youâre the only mother Iâve had.â
âNo. You had Hermione and Eileen. I wasnât needed, and I got used to that. Oh, and Iâm a bit selfish.â
Harrie remained silent.
âIt seemed easier if I worked and your gran looked after you. Sheâd just been diagnosed and decided to conserve her energies for her grandchild. I was sort of surplus to requirements. That just went on through my second pregnancy and Benjaminâs birth. It became a habit.â She bit her lip. âI have the feeling I owe you an apology.â
Now was the time for speech. âMum, I love you. I donât always like you, but I love you. And I am sick to the molars of the blame and compensation culture â itâs mad. If a child is too thin, itâs the parentsâ fault â if heâs fat, ditto. Doesnât behave at school? Oh, thatâll be because his dad thumped him once, ten years ago. Itâs a load of tripe and vinegar. Lifeâs hard. End of.â
Tears threatened yet again. Lisa knew she was going to weep at some stage, but she needed the privacy of her own bedroom before indulging herself. âI just wish Iâd done things differently.â
âWe can all say