What Alice Forgot - Liane Moriarty [31]
“You don’t work.” Elisabeth gave her an inscrutable look.
“Oh, well, that sounds good!” said Alice happily.
“You’re very busy, though.” What was it with that word? “You do a lot of stuff at the school.”
“The school? What school?”
“The children’s school.”
Oh. Them. The three scary little strangers.
“Frannie,” said Alice suddenly. “What about Frannie? She hasn’t—got sick or anything, has she?” She didn’t want to even say the word “died.”
“She’s fine,” said Elisabeth. “Full of beans.”
The silver mobile phone sitting on the cabinet next to Alice’s bed burst into life.
“It must be Nick at last!” Alice lunged for the phone.
“Oh!” Elisabeth jumped to her feet. “Let me talk to him first!”
“No way.” Alice held the phone away from her, irritated. “Why?” Without waiting for an answer, she pressed the green button and held the phone to her ear.
“Hello?”
“Yeah, hi, it’s me.” It was Nick; Alice felt blissful relief running straight through her bloodstream like a shot of brandy.
“What’s happened?” His voice was deeper, rougher than usual, as if he had a cold. “Is it one of the kids?”
So Nick knew about “the kids,” too. Everyone knew about the kids.
Elisabeth was jumping up and down, waving her arms about, gesturing for the phone. Alice poked her tongue out at her.
“No, it’s me,” said Alice. There was so much to tell him, she didn’t know where to start. “I fell over at the, ah, gym, with Jane Turner, and hit my head. I was unconscious. They had to call an ambulance—oh, and I was sick in the lift all over this guy’s shoes, so embarrassing! And wait till I tell you about this bike-riding class! So funny. Hey, you’re in Portugal, I can’t believe you’re in Portugal, what’s it like?”
There was so much to tell him, she felt like she hadn’t seen him in years. When he got back from Portugal, they would have to go out for dinner at that Mexican restaurant they liked and talk, talk, talk. They would have margaritas; she could drink again, now that she wasn’t pregnant anymore. Oh, she yearned to be in that restaurant with him right now, sitting in a dark corner booth, his thumb caressing her palm.
There was silence on the other end of the phone. He must be in shock.
“But I’m not badly hurt!” Alice reassured him. “It’s not serious. I’ll be fine! I feel fine!”
He said, “Then why the fuck did I need to call you?”
Alice felt her head snap back as if she’d been hit. Nick had never, ever spoken to her like that before, not even when they were fighting. He was meant to fix the nightmare, not make it worse.
“Nick?” There was a tremor in her voice. She was going to be so mad with him later about this; her feelings were extremely hurt. “What’s the matter?”
“Is there some sort of strategy to all this? Because I’m not getting it, and to be frank, I don’t have time for it. You don’t want to change any of the arrangements for the weekend, do you? Is that what it’s about? Or, for Christ’s sake, tell me it’s not something to do with Christmas Day again. Is it?”
“Why are you talking to me like that?” said Alice. Her heart raced. This was more terrifying than anything that had happened to her today. “What did I do?”
“Oh, for God’s sake, I don’t have time for fucking games at the moment!”
He was shouting. He was actually shouting at her, and she was in hospital.
“Paprika,” whispered Alice. “You have to wash your mouth out with paprika, Nick.”
Elisabeth stood up. “Give it here,” she ordered.
She removed the phone from Alice’s trembling fingers, put the phone to her ear, and pressed a finger to her other ear. She turned her face away from Alice and dropped her chin. “Nick, it’s Elisabeth. This is actually quite serious. She’s had a bad head injury and she’s lost her memory. She’s forgotten everything since 1998. Do you understand what I’m saying? Everything.”
Alice let her head fall back against the pillow and breathed shallow gasps of air. What did it mean?
Elisabeth paused, listening, her forehead furrowed. “Yes, yes, I understand, but she doesn’t actually remember any of that.”
Another pause.
“They’re with Ben. He’s