âHe's on Oldschooltieâthere's a photo,' said Carol, taking another sip of wine. âHe's done re ally well for himself, and he looks like George Clooney.'
âNo?' Diana said incredulously.
Carol giggled. âNo, actually he looks more like George Formby but he sounds re ally nice on his profile. He lives in Yorkshire now, I thinkâI'm amazed you didn't look
him
up.'
âI only joined a couple of weeks ago. I see the names and it brings back all sorts of memories. I keep wondering what they're all doing now, what do they look like, who they ended up with.'
âWell, you ended up with a vicar called Hedley.'
âYou make it sound terrible; he's a lovely guy. I met him when we were at university. I told you about him. It's not like I don't know all about his dirty linen. He may be a living saint to our flower ladies but to me he is still the guy who climbed the fire escape into my bedroom in the early hours, hellbent on a legover, and threw up all over my bed instead.'
âWhoever said romance was dead?'
âIt helps me keep him in perspective. So, how do you feel about a flying visit?'
âIt would be great, but does it have to be flying? You could come for lunch, the whole dayâstay over if you like. That way we can have a drink and it'll give us plenty of time to
catch up. I'm sure the boys wouldn't mind your son bunking down with them.'
Diana made a hesitant little noise. âIt's very kind butâ' she began
Carol smiled. âIf you're being polite, don't beâif you don't want to stay that's fine but if you do, it would be lovely. You haven't got to make your mind up now. Think about it.'
âI don't want to put you to any trouble.'
âYou won't be, there's a spare room, and if we haven't got anything to say, or we hate the sight of each other, you can always go home early.'
âOK, great. Have you got a diary handy?'
Carol took a quick look round the kitchen. It was tidy, there was food in the oven, salad in the fridge, dessert defrosting on the draining board and Raf had said he'd come round for supper. So far so good. Carol looked in the mirror. Some days it still struck her as odd, seeing a grown-up looking back. She tugged her hair into shape, before taking another look at the clock. Diana had said they would arrive around twelve. It was almost that now. Just how many ways were there to worry?
What had been the state of play when they
last met? What if Diana had changedâcome out, gone in, gone weird, gone mad, gone sensible. Grown up? Carol was surprised to realise just how nervous she felt. What it boiled down to was, what if their friendship had been a passing thing? What if now they were all grown up they had nothing in common except memories and polite conversation? And how much would that colour their notion of the past?
From outside came the sound of wheels over gravel. Taking a deep breath, Carol opened the back door and headed towards the battered Volvo estate now parked under the lilacs.
âDiana?'
As soon as she saw her, Diana practically leaped out of the car.
Carol would have known her anywhere. âMy God, you look amazing,' Carol said, holding her at arm's length. âHow come you haven't got any wrinkles?'
âWhat can I tell you? Healthy living and a clean conscience,' Diana said, doing a little mock twirl.
âThat'll be the day. Did you manage to find us OK?'
âUh-huh. Your directions were re ally goodâso
some things have changed for the better. It's re ally great to see you.' Diana, grinning, pulled her close and hugged her tight, all the while watched over by her son, who was sitting in the back of the car, surrounded by great piles of camping gear.
He looked about twelve, and as he clambered out of the car he appeared to be made entirely of elbows, knees and teeth. Carol guessed he was probably the spitting image of his father, all wild, wiry, hamster-coloured hair and pale creamy skin. Unfortunately she couldn't remember his name.
âThis is Dylan,' said Diana, waving him closer and digging Carol out of a hole.
The boy solemnly held out his hand. âPleased to meet you,' he said in a high-pitched voice totally at odds with the fact that he had to be at least six foot tall.
âNice to meet you too. My boys are upstairs. Come on in and I'll introduce you. I hope you're hungry,' Carol said. âWe've got loads to eat. Do you want to bring your stuff in?'
Dylan considered for a few moments and then said, âProbably not. We got soaked; everything smells disgusting.'
Carol nodded. âOKâwell, we can find you
some things if you're stuck.' Although probably not trousers, she thought ruefully.
âSo come on then,' said Diana, grabbing a huge canvas bag and locking the car. âLet's hear it all. All the goss, all the history, every last bit of juicy scandalâ¦'
Carol laughed. âYou haven't changed, have you?'
Diana shook her head. âYou'd better believe it,' she said, following Carol inside.
âI thought you'd be all sweetness and light.'
âYou've got a very naïve view of life as a vicar's wife. I thought I was bad enough.'
âI wouldn't say you've been anywhere near bad enough, by the looks of you,' Carol said cheerfully. âI bought champagneâor would you rather have tea?'
Diana lifted an eyebrow. âBoth. Oh, while we're on the subject of re ally bad, I've brought all the old school photos with me. I think my mum bought every single one they ever took.' She put the canvas bag down on the table and started ferreting around in it. âSome of them are truly direâ'
âIf I see one New Romantics haircut or anything involving spray-on glitter or shoulder pads, you're out of here.'
âSee, I told you I'm not all goodâappearances can be deceptive,' said Diana, producing the albums with a triumphant grin, and then she paused and looked around the cosy kitchen. âGosh, it's lovely in here. I'm so hungry, and that smells wonderful.'
Carol looked at her. âGosh?'
Diana waved the word away. âSorry, too many years helping with Brownies. Took me God knows how long to wean myself of the f-wordâand various b-words once Hedley was ordainedâwhich leaves me with things like, oh gosh and, well goodness me. I only use oh God when I'm out.'
âBloody hell, not much of a choice, is it?'
Diana shrugged as Carol took the champagne out of the fridge. âYou have to be philosophical about it. It could be worseâwe could be staunch tee-total Methodists.'
It felt as if they had never been apart. Carol took Dylan upstairs to meet the mob, and then thumbed the cork out of the bottle of champagne and poured it while Diana sat at the table. Dressed in a cream blouse, smart navyblue skirt and jacket ensemble, sensible shoes and a haircut that made her look like a cross between a social worker andâwellâa vicar's
wife, re ally, Diana looked to Carol as if she was dressing up in her mum's clothes, or maybe an adult version of their old school uniform.
She topped up Diana's glass with champagne and lifted it in a toast. âHere's to old friends.'
Diana tapped the side of the glass with her own. âLess of the old,' she growled.
âI hadn't realised how much I've missed you.'
âI was just thinking the same on the way here. Tell me about you and what you've been up to.'
âNo, first of all tell me what it's like being married to a vicarâevery year I've seen it on the Christmas cards and thought who in God's name called your husband Hedley.'
âI was hoping we were going to talk about you first,' Diana protested.
âre ally?' Carol feigned innocence until Diana shrugged and conceded defeat.
âOK, but it is your turn next. Hedley's a family nameâhis great-great-granddad or someone started it. It's been passed down from generation to generation to the first-born, which has been a boy since the dawn of time the way Hedley tells itâbut fortunately, thank God, our first baby turned out to be a girl.'
âOh, I remember,' said Carol, sliding the
plates onto the table. âYou sent me a card. Pink patchwork flopsy bunnies in a basket.'
Diana nodded. âThat's right. By the time we got to number four I couldn't afford the bloody stamps, let alone find time to write the cards. Anyway, we called our eldest Abigail and then after that we had Lucy and Harriet. So when Dylan came along, as we had circumnavigated the whole first-born son thing, we agreed to give him Hedley as a second name. Although I think Hedley's dad was a little disappointed.'
âWho came up with Dylan, then?'
Diana raised her eyebrows, but before she could reply Carol jumped in, âIt had to be Hedleyâdon't tell me he was a
Magic Roundabout
fan?' almost choking with laughter on her drink.
Diana's expression confirmed what Carol already knew. âDylan Thomas?âNot Bob Dylan?'
âYou are still a complete and utter cow, aren't you?' Diana said after a few seconds. âYes, of course it was Hedley.' She lowered her voice although the boys were upstairs playing on the computer and well out of earshot. âYou get used to it after a whileâand it could have been worse: his first choice was Ethelred.'
âNo?' Carol stared at her open-mouthed. âYou've got to be joking?'
Diana waved Carol's expression away. âDo I look like the kind of woman who would joke about something like Ethelred? What would you have done?'
âLeft him,' hissed Carol.
Diana grinned and shook her head.
âGrabbed “Dylan” with both hands?'
Two hours, a re ally good lunch and a bottle of champagne later they were still at the table, sitting amongst the debris. The boys had gone back upstairs and Carol had broken out a bottle of Baileys.
ââ¦And the other thing is I've always wanted to ask a vicarâand you're as close as I'm likely to getâdid God call him? You know, like the whole voices in the head, road to Damascus thing.'
Diana shrugged as she opened the first of the stack of photo albums. âOh, bloody hell I don't know.'
âI see your swearing is coming on nicely. So, go on thenâwas Hedley called?'
Diana looked her over. âYou know, you haven't changed at all, have you?' she said, helping herself to a handful of After Eight mints. âI've genuinely got no idea. You can ask
Hedley, if you like. He's very keen to meet you and the boys.'
âIf I were married to him I would have had to have asked him by now.'
Diana shook her head. âI'm not sure I re ally want to know. Hedley is so rational about everything else. How would you feel if the man in your life was doing something because the voices in his head had told him to do it?'
Carol considered the idea and then nodded. âFair point.' She turned the conversation. âI can't get over how little you've changed.'
âYou still look the same too. OK maybe a bit wrinklier, but not muchâthe good thing about getting older is that your eyesight goes too.'
âI don't feel any different,' said Carol, topping up their glasses. âWe just know more. Did you go into teaching? I feel kind of embarrassed that I don't remember any of this stuffâhow did we drift so far apart?'
Diana sighed. âI know exactly what you mean. The time goes so quickly. Other things come and fill the gap. I taught till I had the kids and then I went back part time when Dylan started school. I don't think I could handle full timeânow, how about you?'
âHow long have you got?' said Carol, taking a pull on her drinkâa gesture that would have looked altogether tougher and more hard bitten and worldly if the glass didn't have a cocktail umbrella in it and she wasn't sipping it through an extra thick milkshake straw.
âWell, we've got half a bottle of Baileys leftâdo you think that is going to be enough?'
Carol, still sucking, shrugged. âOnce that's done all I've got left is a bottle of advocaat until Raf shows up. I suppose I could always try and make us a Snowball. Do you remember when Netty Davies made those ones with vodka as well as brandy? God, I don't think I've ever been so drunk in my life. Maybe I should try and make a couple for old times' sake?'
âI told Hedley that you were a bad influence.'
âFor God's sake, a bottle of champagne and two glasses of Baileys is hardly bad. Now come on, let me have a look at the photos,' she said, settling herself down so that they were side by side.
Diana held the album closed, tight to her chest. âNo, not yet. I want to hear all about what you've been doing and who you've been doing it with.' She gazed around, as if she might be able to encompass the whole of Carol's life
with a look. âSo tell me what you've been up to? And who's Raf?'
âI haven't been up to anything wildly exciting,' said Carol dismissively, trying to make a grab for the album, but Diana was way too quick for her.
âOK, so you're still nosy but defensive. How about we start with the easy questions? What do you do? Do you work?'
âGood God, yes, I've got my own company. We design, build and maintain gardens. They did a double-page spread on us in the
Mail on Sunday
last year.'
âSee, that didn't hurt, now did it? Garden design? Very trendy,' said Diana appreciatively, her speech very slightly slurred now.
âNot when I first started doing it, it wasn't, and we're not re ally at the trendy end of the market. I've got commercial greenhouses and a team of gardeners who do maintenance for the council now that the work is all out to tender. We do some private gardens, but mostly it's lots of corporate stuff. It'sâerâ¦'
âTrendy?'
Carol laughed. âI was going to say bloody hard work but I suppose trendy will cover some of it, if you insist. And I love it.'
âYou're not telling me you do the digging with those fingernails?'
Carol looked at her hands. âI did once upon a time and I still can. I just wear gloves. The practical side isn't exactly rocket science, just good old-fashioned hard work but it's great and I love the creative side of itâseeing the projects come together and get more beautiful over time. I'll show you the garden laterâit's my other baby. It wasn't quite where I saw myself ending up, but then again how many of us
do
do what we planned? I wanted to do something creative but I didn't re ally know what.' Carol held up her hands in a gesture of resignation. âLife has a way of taking you out on your blind side.'