‘Actually, I must be going,’ says Mary in that soft voice.
‘Already?’ says Dan, but he doesn’t sound too sorry, and as we head back into the kitchen, the other two are also standing up, talking about tubes and Ubers and thanking us for a wonderful time.
This evening has got away from me. I want it to slow down. Press pause. I need to gather my thoughts. But before I have a chance to, we’re in the hall, finding everyone’s coats and exchanging kisses. Mary won’t look me in the eye. I’m desperate to pull her aside and ask, ‘What were you talking to Dan about just now?’ And ‘Why did you two go off like that?’ But I’m not brave enough.
Am I?
‘Mummy! I woked up!’
Tessa’s shrill voice interrupts my thoughts and my heart sinks.
‘Tessa! Not you too!’
I hurry upstairs instinctively, scooping her back before she decides to join in the party. Children being out of bed is like the five-second rule – you have to be swift. I bundle her back into bed and sit there until she’s closed her eyes, listening to all the final goodbyes below in the hall and the front door closing. When Tessa is gently snoring, I creep back out on to the landing. And I’m about to head downstairs, when something stops me. Something hard and splintery and suspicious. Instead, I move silently into the bathroom which overlooks the front of the house and peep out. Dan and Mary are on the pavement, talking, just the two of them.
How did I know they would be there?
I just knew.
There’s a horrible squeezing feeling in my chest as I crouch down by the window and silently open it a crack. Mary has wrapped herself up in a pashmina and her face under the streetlight is wreathed with concern.
I lean my head against the windowsill, trying desperately to pick up scraps of conversation.
‘Now you understand,’ Dan is saying in a low voice. ‘I just feel … pinned in a corner.’
My throat tightens in shock. Pinned in a corner? He feels pinned in a corner?
‘Yes. I get it,’ Mary is saying. ‘I do. I just …’
Their voices descend lower, and I can only pick out the odd word. ‘… talk …’
‘… find out …’
‘… she won’t …’
‘… be careful …’
My heart is thudding as I peep out of the window again to see that Mary is clasping Dan in a hug. A tight hug. A passionate hug.
I sink back on my heels. I feel faint. Dark shapes are scudding across my brain. Am I the ultimate, trusting fool? Were the pair of them playing me all evening? I’m rerunning Mary’s friendly, charming air. Her soft voice. The hand she kept putting on my arm. Was it all an act? ‘Men … seem to have an extra capacity for deceit,’ she said – and now I remember the look she gave me. Was that a hint? A warning?
I hear the front door closing and hastily come out of the bathroom to see Dan in the hall, staring up at me. There are shadows on his face and I can’t read his expression and all I can think is: He feels pinned in a corner.
‘You go to bed,’ he says. ‘I’ll just stack a few plates. We can do the rest tomorrow.’
Normally I’d say, ‘Don’t be silly, I’ll help!’ and we’d clear away companionably and pick over the evening and start laughing over something or other.
Not tonight.
I get ready for bed, feeling a bit numb, and I’m still lying there, totally rigid, wondering what on earth I do next, how on earth I proceed … when Dan finally gets in beside me.
‘Well, that went well,’ he says.
‘Yes.’ Somehow I manage to speak. ‘The lamb was delicious.’
‘They’re a fun crowd.’
‘Yes.’
There’s another long, weird silence, then Dan suddenly says, ‘Oh. I need to send an email. Sorry.’
He gets out of bed and pads out of the room in his bare feet. And for ten seconds I lie still, my mind trying to self-soothe. Dan is always sending emails. He’s always getting out of bed with some sudden late-night thought. He’s a busy man. It doesn’t mean anything. It really doesn’t mean anything …
But I can’t help it. My suspicion is like a desperate hunger; I have to obey it. Without making a sound, I swing my legs round, stand up and move silently to the door of our bedroom. The door of Dan’s study is open and