What Alice Forgot - Liane Moriarty [160]
He winked at Alice as he guided her still-chattering mother into the audience, and Alice was filled with affection for him. He loved Barb—in his own self-satisfied way, he loved her.
“I’ll get the kids to come and sit down,” said Nick, and he headed off to the children’s area.
Alice went to stand beside Maggie behind the tables.
“What an event,” said the woman standing next to Alice. She had a birthmark like a burn across the bottom half of her face. “You’re a bloody marvel, Alice.”
I’m a bloody marvel, thought Alice. Her head was feeling fuzzy.
Nora stood at the microphone. “Can everybody take their seats, please? The baking is about to commence!”
Alice found Nick in the audience. He had Olivia on his lap. The fairy wings she’d insisted on wearing that day were brushing against his face. Tom was on Nick’s left, taking photos with a digital camera, and Madison was on his right, seemingly intensely interested in the proceedings. Nick said something and pointed at Alice, and all three children beamed and waved in her direction.
Alice waved back, and as she did, Dominick and Jasper caught her eye. They were sitting just two rows behind Nick and the children, and waving enthusiastically, as if they’d thought Alice had been waving at them.
Oh dear. Now she could see Libby and Ben waving at her, along with Frannie, Xavier, Barb, and Roger.
Alice tried to make her smile and wave seem all encompassing and personal to each of them.
Nora was speaking again.
“I’m stepping in on behalf of Alice Love to be your host today. As many of you know, Alice had an accident at the gym last week and still isn’t feeling a hundred percent. You know, I can still remember the day Alice said to me that she wanted to get one hundred mums together to bake the world’s largest lemon meringue pie. I thought she was nuts!”
The audience chuckled.
“But you all know Alice. She’s like a bull terrier when she gets an idea in her head.” There was appreciative laughter. A bull terrier? How had she changed so much in just ten years? She was more like a Labrador. Anxious to please and overexcited.
“But just a few months later, no surprise, here we are! Let’s put our hands together for Alice!”
There was a burst of enthusiastic applause. Alice nodded and smiled fraudulently.
“We’re dedicating this day to a very dear friend and member of the school community who we tragically lost last year,” said Nora. “We’re using her lemon meringue pie recipe and we’re sure she’s with us in spirit today. I’m referring, of course, to Gina Boyle. We miss you, Gina. A minute’s silence, please, for Gina.”
Alice watched as people reverently bowed their heads and remembered the woman who had apparently been such a significant part of Alice’s life. Her own mind was blank. This morning’s pancakes sat uncomfortably in her stomach. After what seemed much longer than a minute, Nora lifted her head.
“Ladies,” she said. “Pick up your whisks.”
Chapter 31
The women picked up their whisks solemnly as if they were musicians in an orchestra.
“Whisk the eggs, cream, sugar, lemon rind, and juice until combined,” read out Nora.
There was a pause and then everyone put their whisks back down and began to select ingredients.
Alice cracked her eggs one after the other into her bowl. All around her, women were doing the same thing. There were nervous giggles and whispers.
“Don’t get any eggshell in there!” called out someone from the audience, to much hilarity.
After a few minutes, the sound of brisk whisking filled the marquee.
Under Nora’s instructions, once they were all finished, they stood in line to pour their mixture into a huge yellow industrial vat.
This is going to be an absolute disaster, thought Alice.
“Place the flour, almond meal, icing sugar, and butter into a food processor and process until it resembles fine bread crumbs,” read out Nora. “Instead of using a food processor, we’re going to use a concrete mixer. Don’t worry, it’s clean! So could each mum please place her combined ingredients into the mixer.”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” whispered