A Spot of Bother - Mark Haddon [121]
He stood up. His father was in a world of his own. Jamie touched his shoulder. “You OK?”
His father looked up. “Thank you.”
“Give me a shout if you need anything,” said Jamie.
He walked out of the room, shutting the door carefully behind him, then went to look for his mother.
He was walking down the stairs, however, when he glanced into his old room and noticed suitcases on the bed. Because he was thinking about his father’s mental well-being he didn’t really consider the implications of the suitcases until he met his mother in the hallway holding a stack of clean flannels.
“Mum, listen, I’ve just been talking to Dad and…”
“Yes…?”
Jamie paused, working out what he wanted to say and how to phrase it. And while he was doing this another part of his brain considered the implications of the suitcases and he heard himself saying, “Those suitcases in my room…”
“What about them?”
“Who’s staying in there?”
“Eileen and Ronnie,” said his mother.
“And I’m staying…?”
“We’ve found you a nice bed-and-breakfast in Yarwell.”
It was at this point that Jamie threw an uncharacteristic wobbly. And he knew it was the wrong moment to throw a wobbly, but there was not a lot he could do about it.
104
Jean was looking for Jamie. To make up for all that hoo-ha in the kitchen. To say how sad she was that Tony wasn’t coming to the wedding.
She bumped into him coming down the stairs. And clearly no one had told him about Eileen and Ronnie staying in his room.
Jean was going to explain that she’d spent a long and rather embarrassing morning in the library in town finding a special bed-and-breakfast where he and Tony would not feel out of place. She was rather proud of having done this and she’d expected Jamie to feel grateful. But he was not in the mood for feeling grateful.
“You just didn’t want Tony and me sleeping in this house, did you?”
“It’s not like that, Jamie.”
“I’m your son, for God’s sake.”
“Please, Jamie, not so loud. And in any case now that Tony’s not here—”
“Yeh, that’s solved all your problems, hasn’t it.”
A door opened somewhere nearby and the two of them went quiet.
Ray, Katie and Jacob appeared at the head of the stairs. Luckily they seemed not to have heard the argument.
“Ah, Jamie,” said Ray, “just the bloke we were looking for.”
“I colored in a Power Ranger,” said Jacob, holding up a magazine.
“We need a favor,” said Katie.
“What sort of favor?” asked Jamie, who was clearly annoyed at being interrupted in the middle of an argument.
Ray said, “Katie and I are going out for a meal, and Jean’s meeting up with her brother. We wondered if you’d mind babysitting Jacob.”
“Oh, I’m afraid I’m not staying here tonight,” said Jamie, turning to Jean with a sarcastic smile.
“Maybe your father can look after Jacob,” said Jean, trying to deflect attention away from Jamie. “I think it’s about time he rolled up his sleeves and did something useful round here.”
“Jesus, no,” said Jamie.
“Jamie,” said Jean. “Your language.”
“That’s naughty-naughty,” said Jacob.
“I’ll look after Jacob,” said Jamie. “Sorry. Forget what I said about not being here. Wasn’t thinking straight. Sorry. No problem. Come on, little man, let’s have a look at your Power Ranger.”
“It’s Yellow Ranger,” said Jacob.
And the two of them headed upstairs together.
“What was that all about?” asked Katie.
“Oh nothing,” said Jean. “So, where are you going for supper? Or is it a big surprise?”
105
Halfway through their meal Ray started glancing at his watch.
Katie pointed out that a gentleman shouldn’t really do this during a candlelit dinner with his fiancée. Ray was apologetic, but not quite apologetic enough. He clearly thought it was funny, which it wasn’t, and Katie was torn between getting genuinely angry and not wanting to have a public row the night before their wedding.
A few minutes before nine o’clock, however, Ray leaned across the table and took hold of both her hands and said, “I bought you a present.”
And Katie said, “Uh-huh,” being a bit noncommittal because of the time-checking, but also because Ray