A Week in Winter (15 page)

Lillian’s eyes seemed to narrow but the piercing look was still there. With a shock Winnie realised that Lillian quite possibly hated her. It was as strong as that. This was territorial. Winnie would not get her hands on the golden son. His mother would fight for him. She was almost too tired to fight back. The night of weeping, the exhaustion of all the morning preparations, the breakfast Bloody Mary and all this unaccustomed lunchtime wine had taken their toll. Why take on a battle she could never win?

Then she saw Teddy smiling at her proudly across the table. He did love her. He didn’t think she was old and dull. He was far too good to give up without some struggle.

‘Your home is very elegant, Lillian. Teddy was lucky to grow up in such a lovely place.’

‘Thank you.’ Lillian’s eyes were as hard as they had been last night. Now there was no attempt to conceal the hostility.

‘I can see why you don’t want to go away on holidays. You have everything here.’ Winnie hoped the smile was fixed securely to her face.

‘Oh, but I do like to travel, of course, and see things, visit places. Don’t you, Winnie? I mean, what are your holiday plans this year?’

Teddy had moved over to join them. He was smiling from one to the other. Things were going better than he had even dreamed. Suddenly, Winnie found herself describing Stone House to them both.

Lillian was interested. ‘It does sound good, like a retreat almost. And who do you think you would go with? I’m sure you can find someone, if it’s as good as you say. It’s the sort of place I’d love to go to myself, and I’d have thought it would appeal to a more sophisticated clientele. Do you know anyone who would like it? One of your nursing friends? Or are they all sun-lovers?’ She was not letting it go.

‘Yes indeed, you’re right there, but not everyone wants to escape to the sun when it gets cold here,’ Winnie floundered. ‘I actually
like
the wind and rain when the place is beautiful, and there’s going to be a nice hot bath and a good dinner at the end of the day. I’m sure a lot of people feel the same.’

‘You’re bound to find someone.’ Lillian was patronising.

‘I was thinking that perhaps Teddy would come with me,’ she said, emboldened by drink and brave as a lion.

‘Teddy!’ Lillian seemed as alarmed as if the name of an international war criminal had been suggested.

‘What a wonderful idea!’ Teddy said, delighted. ‘That part of the country is very unspoiled, and winter would be much more attractive than going with the crowds in summer. Will we be able to get a booking, do you think?’

‘It won’t be any problem,’ Winnie said.

Teddy looked as if all his birthdays had come at once.

‘Why don’t we
all
go?’ he said. ‘It sounds so wonderful, and now that you’ve got to know each other, wouldn’t it be great if the three of us went?’ He looked from his mother to his girlfriend, enchanted with the way things had fallen out.

How could he have been unaware of the stunned silence that greeted his remark? But it seemed to have passed him by.

‘I can’t think of anything I would like more,’ he said, looking again from one face to the other.

It was Lillian who first found the breath to speak. ‘Of course, as you just said it might in fact be difficult to get a booking,’ she began tentatively.

It was now up to Winnie. Any intelligent response deserted her. She found herself only able to speak the truth. ‘I sort of provisionally booked a week already.’ Winnie looked at the ground.

‘Well isn’t that just
great
?’ Teddy was overjoyed. ‘Now it’s settled. What date is that?’

Winnie stumbled out the date. This could not be happening. He could not want to bring his mother on their holiday? If they ever did marry, would he invite her on the honeymoon as well? Please God make the date impossible.

She saw Teddy’s face had clouded over.

‘Oh
no
! That’s the week of the cheesemakers’ conference. That’s the only week in the year I can’t make,’ he said.

Winnie thanked God from the bottom of her heart, and said she would pay much more attention to Him in future.

‘Oh well, it was silly of me to make a booking without checking but it was only a vague arrangement. I’ll call them and tell them . . .’ Winnie was apologetic, and hoped that her relief didn’t show.

‘And it might have been very cold – damp, even,’ Lillian chimed in quickly.

But Teddy was having none of it. ‘The two of
you
must go together.’

Lillian coughed, but appeared to give the matter some thought. ‘No, darling, we’ll wait and set it up another time.’

‘It would be a bit like
Hamlet
without the Prince,’ Winnie said with a terrible forced smile that she felt must look like a death’s head.

‘There are other weekends, other places,’ Lillian pleaded.

‘Let’s not even think of going without you.’ Winnie practically tore Lillian’s good linen table napkin into shreds.

‘But what would I like better when I am away than to think of the two of you having a holiday together? Getting to know each other properly. The two people I love.’ He was clearly sincere, and both women were trapped.

‘Well, of course we will get to know each other, Teddy, it’s just that we don’t want
you
to lose out on a holiday,’ Lillian began.

‘Your mother could come to Dublin, and I would take her on a day out while you are away.’ Winnie felt a whimper in her voice.

‘This place sounds so right for you both, and it’s booked. You must go,’ he said.

‘It might be the wrong age group for us. There could just be a house full of young people.’ Lillian was grasping at straws. ‘It’s not a holiday that would attract young people, of course,’ she said eventually.

‘Yes, we might be out of place.’ Winnie nodded so fervently she feared her poor, tired, muddled head might fall off.

But these were just the dying gasps of beached fish. They looked at each other. They both knew that to refuse would be to lose him. And neither of them was willing to take that step. They began to backtrack.

Lillian caved in first.

‘But if it’s what you really want . . . Yes, all in all, it has a lot going for it. Certainly, I’d be very happy to go with you, Winnie.’

‘What?’ Winnie felt as if she had been shot.

‘Teddy is right. We
do
need to get to know each other. I could easily go with you then. And, do you know, I think I’d enjoy it.’

Winnie felt the room tilt around her.

She must speak this very moment, or else she had agreed to go on a week’s holiday with this hateful woman. But her throat was dry and she could not find her voice. She felt herself nodding dumbly. She was like a drowning woman with the waters closing overhead but she could not stop it happening. She realised that if she did
not
speak, she would end up going to the West with Lillian Hennessy.

Lillian’s small, spiteful face was very near hers. She was planning this week in the West as her way to destroy whatever Teddy and Winnie might claim to have.

Winnie straightened herself up.

In her mind she said,
All right, bring it on, then let’s see who wins
, but aloud she said, ‘It’s a great idea, Lillian. I’m sure we’ll have a wonderful time. I’ll confirm the booking for the two of us.’

Somehow the meal came to an end and it was time for Teddy to drive her to the station.

‘We’ll be in touch before we go,’ Lillian called from the hall door.

‘What did I tell you?’ Teddy asked. ‘I
knew
you two would get on together.’

‘Yes, she was very kind, very welcoming.’

‘And you are both going off on a holiday together – isn’t that magical?’

‘Yes, she said she liked the sound of this place over in Stoneybridge.’

‘Mam doesn’t go on holidays with anyone, you know. She is very choosy. So she must have taken to you immediately.’

‘Yes, isn’t it great . . .’ Winnie said. She felt flat and defeated and as if her hangover was about to kick in. It was a warning to her to go easy on wine at lunchtime for the rest of her life. A warning that had come way too late.

Winnie stared out the window as the train hurtled through rural Ireland. What kind of people worked moving cattle around these small green fields, or digging those crops into hard earth? They were people who would never have had too much wine at lunchtime, or any time. They would never have agreed to go on a week’s holiday with the most hateful woman in Ireland. She tried to sleep but just as the rhythm of the train was beginning to lull her into some kind of rest, she got a text message on her phone.

It was from Teddy.

I miss you so much. You lit up the whole party at lunchtime. They were all mad about you. And so am I. But you’ll never know just how wonderful you were to my mother. She has talked of nothing else but her holiday with you. You are brilliant, and I love you
.

It didn’t cheer her. It made her feel even worse about herself. She was a grown woman. She wasn’t a schoolgirl. She had messed everything up. In ten weeks’ time she would go to Stone House with Lillian Hennessy. It was like the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party. It was like one of those terrible dreams that are both silly and frightening at the same time.

Winnie’s friends noticed a change in her. She just shrugged when they asked her about her visit to Rossmore. They hardly dared to enquire whether Teddy was still visiting. Winnie refused the idea of going on any holidays with them.

Fiona and Declan had begged her to come and stay in the holiday home they had rented in Wexford. There would be plenty of room and they would love to have her. But Winnie didn’t even consider it. Nor the suggestion that she go on a bus tour of Italy with Barbara and David, who were heading that way. And Ania’s pictures of the boat they were renting on the Shannon River didn’t raise a flicker of interest.

‘You have to have
some
holiday,’ Fiona said in desperation.

‘Oh, I will. I’m going for a winter week to the West. It will be great.’ She managed to make it sound as if it were going to be root-canal work.

‘And is Teddy going with you?’ Barbara could be brave sometimes.

‘Teddy? No, it’s the same week as the thing he goes to every year. The cheesemakers’ thing.’

‘Couldn’t you have chosen another week?’ Fiona wondered.

Winnie seemed not to have heard.

Teddy did come to visit, and stayed over in Winnie’s little flat once or twice a week. He was as cheerful and happy as ever, and seemed to take it for granted that the planned holiday was the natural result of an instant friendship between the two women. Something he had always thought likely but couldn’t believe had been so spectacular. He was so endearing, and in every other way he was the perfect friend, lover and life mate. He was already talking about a wedding. Winnie had tried to keep things light.

‘Ah, that’s way down the road,’ she would laugh.

‘I’ve it all worked out. We need an office for the cheese in Dublin anyway, and we could live half in Rossmore and half here.’

‘No rush, Teddy.’

‘But there is. I’d love us to have a huge wedding in Rossmore and show you off.’

Winnie said nothing.

‘Or, of course, if you prefer, we could have it here in Dublin with all your friends. It’s your day. It’s your choice, Winnie.’

‘Aren’t we fine as we are?’

Winnie knew that there might well be no future to consider by the time she and his mother got back from this ill-starred holiday at Stone House.

There were several letters, texts and phone calls with Lillian. It took every ounce of skill and self-control for Winnie not to scream down the phone that it had all been a terrible mistake.

Then Teddy set off for the cheese gathering, and the following morning Winnie drove west from Dublin and Lillian Hennessy drove north-west from Rossmore.

They met at Stone House. They arrived, by chance, at almost the same time and parked their cars. Winnie’s was a very old and beaten-up banger that she had bought from one of the porters in a hospital where she worked. Lillian drove a new Mercedes-Benz.

Winnie’s luggage was one big canvas bag which she carried. Lillian had two matching suitcases, which she left beside the car.

Mrs Starr was waiting at the front door. She was a small woman, possibly in her mid forties. She had short curly hair, a big smile and a slightly American accent. Her welcome was very warm. She ran out to pick up Lillian’s suitcases and led them into a big warm kitchen. On the table were warm scones, butter and jam. A big log fire blazed at one end, a solid-fuel cooker stood at the other. It looked just like the brochure.

They were ushered in and seated immediately.

‘You are my very first guests,’ Mrs Starr said. ‘The others will be here in the next hour or so. Would you like tea or coffee?’

In no time at all, Mrs Starr had discovered more about Lillian and Winnie than either woman had ever known. Lillian talked about her husband being killed when her son was only a small child, and the terrible day when she had been given the news. Winnie explained that her father was married to a perfectly pleasant woman who made jewellery and all her brothers and sisters were overseas.

If Mrs Starr thought that the two women were unlikely friends and companions for a holiday, she didn’t give any hint of it.

Winnie had insisted that Lillian be given the bedroom with the sea view. It was a tranquil, warm room with a big bay window. There were several soothing shades of green, no television but a small shower room. This place had been very beautifully refurbished. Winnie’s room was similar but smaller, and it looked out on to the car park.

Winnie realised how tired she was. The drive had been long, the weather wet and the roads, as she got near Stoneybridge, had been narrow and hard to negotiate. She would indeed lie down and have a rest. The room contained one large bed and one smaller one. If they had been the friends that Lillian had managed to imply they were, they could have easily shared this room. Even made each other further tea from the tray already set with a little kettle and barrel of biscuits, looked together at the books, maps and brochures about the area that lay on the dressing table.