A Spot of Bother - Mark Haddon [105]
He would leave out the first marriage and some of the more serious teenage misdemeanors. No one was going to be amused by Katie spilling coffee into a bar fire and causing an explosion that took wallpaper off. Or were they? These things were so hard to judge.
He would tell them about her plans to be a racing driver, and the morning she borrowed his car keys, loosened the hand brake of the Vauxhall Chevette and rolled into the garage door, very nearly chopping Jamie in half.
The one thing he wasn’t going to do was to write the thing till a couple of days before the event. He did not want to tempt fate, and his daughter was entirely capable of canceling the wedding a second time.
Another subject he ought to avoid.
He rang the restaurant in Oundle and booked a table. Jean was still under the weather and stronger medicine than flowers was clearly called for. And the reports were correct. The fish was very good indeed. George had sea bream with spinach and pine kernels and one of those nouvelle cuisine puddles of sauce. Jean had the trout.
There was a little black cloud over her head during the main course. So when dessert came he threw caution to the wind and asked what the matter was.
She took a very long time indeed to answer. Which George could understand. He had suffered from a few mental wobbles recently which were not easily put into words.
Finally, Jean spoke. “In the hospital.”
“Yes?”
“I said something to Katie.”
“Yes?” George relaxed a little. It was mother-daughter stuff. High temperature, short duration.
“I was rather stupid.”
“I’m sure you weren’t.”
“I told her I was relieved,” said Jean. “That the wedding was off.”
“OK.”
“I said we’d had our doubts about Ray from the beginning.”
“Which, of course, we had.”
“She told Ray. I’m absolutely sure of it. I could see it in his eyes.”
George chewed this over for a minute or two. When men had problems they wanted someone to give them an answer, but when women had problems they wanted you to say that you understood. It was something David had told him at Shepherds, the summer when Pam’s son joined that cult.
He said, “You’re worried that Ray hates you.”
“Hates us, actually.” Jean’s mood lifted visibly.
“Well, I suspect he’s always known that we don’t see eye to eye with him.”
“That’s not quite the same as having it spelled out.”
“You’re quite right. And now that I come to think about it, his behavior was a little strange when he came to pick me up at the hospital.”
“In what way?” Jean looked nervous again.
“Well…” George scanned his memory of the meeting rapidly to make sure it contained nothing that might upset Jean. “He said everything was a bloody mess back at the house.”
“Well, he was right there.”
“He said that I was the sanest person in the family. I think it was meant to be a joke.” It was obviously a better joke than George realized because Jean started laughing quietly. “It seemed a little unkind to you, I have to say.” He took hold of Jean’s hand. “It’s good to see you laughing. I haven’t seen you laughing in a long time.”
She started crying again.
“I’ll tell you what I’ll do.” He let go of her hand. “I’ll give Ray a ring. See if I can set things straight.”
“Are you sure that’s wise?”
“Trust me,” he said.
He did not know whether it was wise. Or whether he could be trusted. To be honest, he had very little idea why he had made such a foolhardy suggestion. But there was no turning back. And if there was some small thing he could do to make Jean happier, then it was the least he could do.
87
Jamie got home from work to find a message on the answerphone from Katie saying the wedding was back on. She seemed positively jubilant. And her cheeriness made him feel more optimistic than he’d done in a while. Perhaps everyone’s luck was turning.
He was tempted to ring her straight back, but