knife. ‘But our wily girl Susie clearly anticipated this.’
‘Justin!’ I gasp and he guffaws.
‘She’s cackling in heaven every time I drop one of these. It’s my way of keeping her with us.’
He pauses. ‘I don’t think Suze will be the sticking point now. I think she’d want him to get rid of us. Or at least you.’
‘After the things I said to him last night, I wouldn’t blame him if he decided he’s best off choosing his relationship.’
‘I’m not so big-hearted. If he gets back with her and bins you, he can bin me off while he’s at it.’
I do want to stay friends with Ed, I think. But not at any cost. A very simple sounding idea, and yet I think it’s taken me my whole adult life to work that out. I have weathered the unimaginable loss of Susie, so far, and that has given me strength, and perspective.
‘How’s it going? Something smells amazing,’ Ed says, having to practically fold himself double to get through the doorway to the kitchen.
‘That’s my peach cobbler,’ Justin says.
‘Eve, can I have a quick word? It will be quick,’ Ed says, and Justin turns his back fast, before he says something caustic.
I wipe my hands on my apron and follow him outside, closing the door after myself. My God, it’s cold. Am I really going to get an official dismissal?
‘I want you to know I’ve thought about everything you said. You were right. I did, without fully meaning to, manipulate you. I loved thinking you were in love with me, I encouraged it, and I never asked myself if it hurt you. I purposely blurred the lines between friendship and fancying and us being in love, because it felt good, and so I thought it was benign.’
He takes a deep breath and I see he’s teeth-rattlingly nervous.
‘Then with me and Hester falling apart, and the thought of you off with that good-looking bastard last week, it started to torture me. It dawned on me,’ Ed points into the middle distance ‘– halfway across that field, right now, while I was humping the stile, trying to haul myself over – my feeling like a complete nervous wreck when you were in Scotland, losing my appetite, the whole nine yards. That’s what I’ve been putting you through all this time.’
I smile. ‘Mainly hung onto my appetite, but more or less.’
‘Last night I said sorry, but only in a defensive way. It was the first time I’d been confronted with how I’ve behaved and my instincts were to deny and deflect. But one thing I didn’t lie about was you being my best friend. The timing of telling you, that had a motive I hadn’t examined, maybe, but it’s true for me. I want you to know, from the bottom of my heart, I’d like to still be mates. But with zero grey area or agenda. Equally I’d understand if you don’t want to be.’
‘You articulate sod,’ I say, equal parts embarrassed, gratified, relieved.
‘I did rehearse that for the last hour and drew hard on my school assembly practice.’
‘Of course I want to be friends,’ I say, and we hug each other, with some tears and deep breaths. ‘I think it takes some character to get kicked hard as you did when you were down last night, and be able to say this the following morning.’
‘It took character to tell me the truth.’
I put my hand out for Ed to shake, and he does, after we wipe our eyes.
‘We’ve made up!’ I say to Justin, as we return. I don’t want him having to decode the atmosphere, yet again. ‘Fully and completely. Nothing left unsaid.’
‘Good,’ Justin says. ‘You may celebrate by making the gin and tonic aperitifs. Are you and Hester getting back together?’ he says to Ed.
‘No?’ Ed says. ‘What gave you that idea?’
‘Fatalism,’ Justin says.
‘Give me some credit. Especially after what Hester said to you both yesterday, over is over.’
‘We wouldn’t want you to feel like you had to choose,’ I say.
‘I would,’ Justin says, throwing his tea towel over his shoulder.
Ed lays the table for lunch and we’re pleasantly bladdered by the prawn cocktail starter.
After a vast birthday feast, Ed rings round local taxi companies to get us home: ‘It’s my fault, so I should fix it.’
‘They’re cool with taking Leonard?’ Justin says.
‘They said so.’
An hour later, we find ourselves having a row with a taxi driver:
‘Wrap it in a towel or I will ask for a soiling charge upfront, your choice!’