you think I should work on a building site?” he says with a miserable glare. “That’s what you think of me?”
“Why shouldn’t you work on a building site?” I say, in sudden fury. “Who do you think you are? Jake, stop trying to be posh. Be proud of where you came from. Leila’s right, you’ve got to want to be who you are. And you’re Jake Farr. Be proud of that.”
For a moment Jake just stares ahead as though he hasn’t heard me.
“Be proud of being Jake Farr,” he says at last, his voice empty. “Proud of what? I have nothing.”
He buries his head in his hands again, looking desolate, and I have a flashback to my own desolation when Farr’s Food went under. The grief I used to feel when I looked at my green aprons under the bed. I felt as though life would never be good again.
But maybe I was lucky, I find myself thinking. We’ve all got to have some kind of failure in life, and I had mine early. I got back on my feet. I learned that failing doesn’t mean you are a failure; it just means you’re a human being.
“You have Leila, who’s awesome,” I say robustly. “You have us. And you have Farrs. Not the ‘Notting Hill Family Deli.’ ” I can’t help adding a little dig. “Farrs.”
Jake doesn’t even move, and I hunker down beside him, trying to think how else to get through to him.
“Dad was so proud of you, Jake,” I say, more gently. “He didn’t care about being smart or having designer suits or making more money than anyone else. D’you remember what he used to say? ‘Do an honest day’s work, sleep an honest night’s sleep.’ ”
“I haven’t slept properly for weeks,” says Jake after a pause. He turns his head and I don’t know if it’s the light, but he looks more haggard than I’ve ever seen him.
“Oh, sleep is vital,” says Nicole at once. “Vital. Like, I haven’t been sleeping well either, and it’s been really bad for me? I have some essential oils I can give you,” she adds.
“There you go,” I say to Jake. “Essential oils. That’ll cure everything.” I’m trying to lighten the mood, and I think his mouth twitches a bit. Just a bit. “Will you be able to pay off your debts now?” I add more seriously.
“Yes,” says Jake, looking away. “Pretty much. Although if I clear them it doesn’t leave me with anything to do business with.” I sense he can’t stand discussing his finances with his little sister but realizes he has no choice.
“So actually you’re not in bad shape.” I shrug. “You only owe Farrs, and you can pay that back, easy.”
“How?” Jake demands, as though I’m playing a trick on him. “How can I do that?”
“Work,” I say simply. “You work it off.”
As I say the words, I suddenly realize a weird thing. My voice is steady. My words are clear. And there aren’t any ravens flapping around my head.
Maybe they’ve flown away.
Twenty-Five
Jake’s on Gingerbread Man duty. Ten hours a day, he stands outside Farrs, dressed in a Gingerbread Man suit, calling, “Come on in! Gingerbread houses at Farrs! Christmas decorations at Farrs! Biscuit cutters at Farrs! Ho ho ho!” He has flyers to hand out and samples of gingerbread and special-offer coupons.
He wasn’t supposed to be doing it all day—I originally planned for us to do shifts. But we were trying to sort it out at a staff meeting, and everyone was arguing about what times they wanted, when Jake suddenly said, “OK, enough. I’m Gingerbread Guy. End of.”
We all stared at him and I said, “All day long?” Whereupon he said, deadpan, “Beats hanging around in store with you lot.” And after a moment (when we were sure he was joking), we all laughed.
Now that Jake’s relaxed a bit, now that he’s not chasing millions and just working at Farrs every day, he’s actually quite cheerful. He’s funny. He and Stacey have a good line in banter, and Greg keeps trying to get him to start a Staff Mixed Martial Arts Group, with a membership of two: Jake and Greg. (Bob said no.)
“So you basically want to beat me up, Greg,” Jake said at last, and Greg got all bulgy-eyed and said that was a complete misunderstanding of the skills and artistry of MMA, while Jake winked at me.
As for his Gingerbread Man skills, it turns out they’re great! The promotion is working