A Spot of Bother - Mark Haddon [145]
He was hitting his stride now.
“He has a very nice doctor. His doctor gave him some Valium. He took rather a lot of it this morning. To help him relax. I think he probably overdid it.”
Again, no one laughed, but this time there was a kind of mumbled hum which felt promising.
“Hopefully he’s now upstairs in the house sleeping it off.”
And this was when Jamie realized he was going to have to deal not only with his father’s ill-judged speech but also with the fact that his father had head-butted his mother’s lover in front of everyone. Which was going to be a good deal more difficult. He paused. For rather a long time. And the atmosphere began to cool again.
“I have absolutely no idea why my father hit David Symmonds. To be honest I’m not entirely sure whether my father knew it was David Symmonds he was hitting.”
He felt like someone skiing downhill at a dangerously high speed through a forest of solid trees planted far too close to one another.
“They worked together at Shepherds some years ago. I don’t know if they’ve seen one another since. I guess the moral is that if you don’t get on with someone at work, then it’s probably not a good idea to invite them to your daughter’s wedding and take vast amounts of prescription drugs beforehand.”
At which point, thank God, the mumbled hum turned into actual laughter. From most of his audience at any rate (Eileen and Ronnie looked as if they had been freeze-dried). And Jamie realized he was finally reaching safer ground.
He turned to Katie and saw Jacob sitting on her lap with her arms round him, burying his head against her chest. Poor guy. He was going to need a pretty heavyweight debriefing when all this was over.
“But this is Katie and Ray’s special day,” said Jamie, raising his voice and trying to sound upbeat.
“Hear! Hear!” shouted Uncle Douglas, raising his glass.
And it was obvious from the rather startled reaction that many of the guests had forgotten that they were at a wedding.
“Unfortunately, the groom is looking after the father of the bride at the moment…”
Ray appeared in the doorway of the marquee.
“I tell a lie…”
All eyes swiveled toward Ray who stopped in his tracks and looked a little surprised to be the center of attention.
“So, on behalf of Katie and Ray, I think we should put the events of the last ten minutes behind us and help them celebrate their wedding. Katie and Ray…” He grabbed a half-full glass from the table in front of him. “Here’s wishing you a very happy day. And let’s hope the rest of your marriage is a little less eventful.”
Everyone raised their glass and there was a bout of slightly confused cheering and Jamie sat down and everyone fell silent and Sarah started clapping, then everyone else started clapping and Jamie wasn’t quite sure whether it was for Katie and Ray or whether he was being congratulated for his performance, of which he was rather proud.
In fact, he was so swept up in the general sense of relief that he was surprised when he turned to his mother and found her still weeping.
She looked over at Katie and said, “I’m so, so sorry. It’s all my fault.” She wiped her eyes with a napkin and got to her feet and said, “I have to go and talk to your father,” and Katie said, “Are you sure…?” but she was gone.
And Ray materialized beside them and said, dryly, “I am really looking forward to going to Barcelona.”
And Jacob said, “Grandpa had a fight.”
And Ray said, “I know. I was there.”
And Katie said, “The man he hit. That was—”
“I know,” said Ray. “Your father explained. In some pretty graphic detail. That’s one of the reasons I’m looking forward to Barcelona. He’s having a little rest, incidentally. I don’t think he’s planning to come downstairs in a hurry.”
And Jamie suddenly realized the one blindingly obvious fact that had somehow escaped him up until now. That his father had known all along. About his mother and David Symmonds.
His head was spinning a little.
He turned to Katie. “So did Mum know that Dad knew that Mum and David