track. When he goes back into the kitchen his mother is standing at the sink staring out into the darkness. âMum? You all right?â
She does not reply.
âDo you knowâ¦â He hesitates, the question is crass. âIs there â have you found a note?â
She shakes her head then lifts the pan full of vegetables onto the cooker and fills the pan with hot water from the kettle. âIâve got some chops,â she says. Con is about to say he isnât hungry when he realises that he is, in fact, ravenous. Let her cook; some ancient piece of received wisdom advises him that itâs better for her to be busy.
âHave you told Ailsa?â
A quick shake of the head. He dials before giving himself time to think.
âConrad. And to what do I owe the extraordinary honour of my brother phoning me?â
He tells her. She begins to sob immediately. âAilsa, listen. Iâm with Mum. Sheâs pretty calm. Weâre waiting for the police.â
âIâll come.â
âBetter to leave it till the morning.â
âYouâre there. Both his children should be there, what do you think I am?â
âAll I meant was, thereâs nothing to be done tonight, and itâs a bit grim, and a long drive in the dark for you ââ
âIâll get a taxi, how dâyou expect me to drive after this?â
âAilsa, thereâs nothing either of us can do until the morning.â
âHow could he do that? Why?â Renewed sobbing. âI canât bear it.â
âI donât know, I really donât know. Weâll try and sort some stuff out in the morning.â
She is crying noisily now and he doesnât know if she hears him. His mother cocks an ear at the wailing coming down the phone.
âAilsa, Iâm going now, OK? Weâll talk in the morning. Bye. Goodbye.â He puts the phone down gingerly; she will accuse him of hanging up on her but he canât listen to that any more. Leaving his mother in the kitchen, he goes into the sitting room and calls El on the extension in there.
âHeâs still hanging in the barn, El, itâs horrible. Mum seems completely disconnected.â
âOh Con, Iâm so sorry. Why not ring one of the neighbours â the Fieldings are OK, arenât they? Couldnât you ask Joeâs wife to sit with your mum a bit?â
She does not understand how much this would offend his mother. Con can hear Cara bossing Dan in the background. âNow pick up the crayons. You have to tidy up your toys like a good girl.â She likes to pretend Dan is a girl; she had been desperate for a little sister. A few times she has dressed his hair with her own bows and slides, which Dan has accepted blankly, and Con and El have debated the evils of gender stereotyping and whether to intervene or not. The blast of home warms Con and steadies him. âIâm not sure sheâd appreciate Mrs Joe,â he says. âI suppose I should try and talk to her. I just rang Ailsa. She does my head in.â
âDâyou want me to come over? I could ask Lily to stay with the kids. I canât get out of my morning lecture, but after that ââ
He wants her desperately but her effect upon the ugly dynamic between his mother and his sister would not be good. âThanks, El. Itâs OK. Just be there at the end of the phone to talk me down.â
Her laugh, close in his ear.
âI donât understand Mum. I donât know if sheâs even asking herself why ââ
âSheâll be in shock. How long have they been married?â
âSomething like forty years.â
âItâll be like losing a limb, wonât it? She wonât believe it, sheâll have a phantom.â
âJesus, El. I donât know what to do.â
âOh love, just make sure she eats and drinks. Maybe ring the police again? Then pour both of you a good slug of