Got You Back (37 page)

Now, though, they were encouraging people to move to the room next door for dancing and, no doubt, more drinking, and she had decided she had had enough. It was hard work making polite conversation with people you didn't know who probably had no interest in talking to you. She'd had a good time, it had been an experience — if only one that had taught her that events that look glamorous from the outside can often be fairly tedious once you're in — and she wanted her bed.

She drank another glass of water for good measure and made her way over to where Meredith was holding court to say goodbye. As Stephanie had anticipated she might, Meredith scooped her into her copious bosom and thanked her again for everything, as if Stephanie's dress sense had won her the award.

‘He's a nice bloke,’ Meredith said. Michael had photographed Meredith with her trophy and had clearly managed to charm her more this time than he had when they had met previously.

‘He is,’ Stephanie said, hugging her again. ‘I've decided to let him move in.’

Meredith smiled. ‘Well, good for you. If you've decided that's the right thing to do then it is. I'm pleased for you both. How's your husband taking it?’

Stephanie's face fell. ‘I haven't told him yet,’ she said. ‘He's having such a hard time of it at the moment. In fact, oh, God, I don't even know if I should tell you this…’

Meredith pulled Stephanie down into a chair and thrust another glass of champagne into her hand. ‘What now?’ she said.

And Stephanie found herself telling her the whole story: the plan to get back at James, how it had escalated, and how it had now got out of control. ‘The thing is,’ she found herself saying, ‘I feel guilty. I never meant for it to go this far.’

‘Revenge does strange things to people,’ Meredith said, sounding like an agony aunt even though she was slurring. ‘It can make you feel great or it can make you feel as low as the person you're exacting it on. Obviously this Katie's in the former camp.’

‘I guess I'm in the latter. I thought it would make me feel stronger. To be honest, it did for a while.’

‘But now you just feel shitty?’

‘Exactly. You sound like you know from experience.’

Meredith laughed. ‘That person I told you I lived with once. It wasn't that I realized I'd made a mistake. It was actually that I came home one day and found her in bed with one of our friends.’

Stephanie paused, wine glass halfway to her lips. Had Meredith just said ‘her’? She wanted to throw her arms round her and say, ‘Thank you for confiding in me,’ and then tell her to stop thinking she had to live a lie, that the world was a different place now, but she was worried that she had misheard or that Meredith would be embarrassed if she drew attention to it, so she merely sat and waited for what Meredith had to say next.

‘Anyway, I decided to get her back. She was an actress, too, and I heard she had got a big break, a regular role in a long-running series. I rang the producer, pretending to be her agent, and told them she couldn't do it. And then I rang her agent, pretending to be someone from the production company, and said they'd changed their minds. I've always been good at accents.’

Stephanie laughed. ‘It was ingenious, I'll give you that.’

‘I know. And for a few months I felt wonderful. Empowered, even. Then, about a year later, I heard she was still out of work and I started to feel bad. Really bad. I'd affected her whole life, her whole career. OK, so she should never have done what she did, but me doing something wrong didn't make it better. It didn't take away what she'd done. It just meant there were two of us behaving badly.’

Stephanie sighed. ‘I don't know what to do.’

‘Well, the way I see it there are only two things you can do. You either convince Katie she has to stop or you
tell James everything, allow him to arm himself against her.’

‘Oh, God.’

‘But first you need to go and sleep on it. Come on, I'll help you find your coat.’

When Stephanie's taxi eventually pulled up outside her house she noticed that most of the lights were off and silently cursed James for not thinking how unwelcoming that might be for her, coming home late. She had left him and Finn playing football in the garden with Finn's overnight bag packed and ready for him to go. James was bringing him back in the morning — not too early, they had agreed, in case Stephanie had a hangover and needed a lie-in. She let herself in and nearly tripped over Finn's rucksack on the hall floor. On top of it was a note: ‘Stephanie,’ it said, ‘Finn couldn't settle in the flat. Said he was scared and wanted to go home so I brought him back here. I'm sleeping on the sofa. Sorry. Will leave first thing before you get up. Hope you had a good time. James.’

In the kitchen she found the remains of their dinner — pasta and tomato sauce, one of Finn's favourites — in a Tupperware container. The dishes and pans were stacked neatly in the dishwasher. Stephanie tiptoed to the living-room door and opened it softly. She could just make out a shape that must be James under a pile of blankets.

Without really knowing what she was doing she slipped off her shoes and walked into the room. She was overwhelmed by the urge to look at him while he was asleep and unaware of what she was doing. She felt as if she
didn't know him any more. He didn't seem like the same man she had been married to for all those years — but then hadn't it turned out that she hadn't really known the man she was married to after all? The man she had been married to was successful, confident and handsome. He would never have grown a beard and worn the same clothes for days on end. He certainly would never have cooked his son homemade pasta and tomato sauce. She preferred this version, this strange man lying asleep on her sofa who took his responsibilities seriously, and whom she couldn't imagine ever having two women on the go at the same time, so burdened was he with the guilt of what he had done in his past. But then, she mentally cautioned herself, she had never imagined that the old James would have had two women on the go at the same time either. That was the whole point. He had deceived her. She had to remember that this man was capable of massive deception. She didn't want to hurt him any more, though. Hurting him hadn't made her feel better as she had thought it would. Meredith was right — now they were just two people who had behaved as badly as each other. What was the point in that?

He looked incredibly peaceful lying there, and Stephanie was seized with the desire to reach out and stroke his forehead, the way she always did with Finn when he was sick. James stirred and the noise shook Stephanie out of her reverie. What am I doing? she thought, and turned round quickly, nearly knocking over a picture frame. I've had way too much to drink and I need to go to bed.

James stirred again. ‘Hello,’ he said sleepily.

‘I'm drunk,’ Stephanie said, as if that was any kind of
an explanation for why she was standing over him. ‘I was just… looking for something.’

James half sat up, and she was aware that she felt self-conscious with him sitting there bare-chested. ‘Good for you. Did you have a good time?’

‘Yes, great. I should go to bed, though.’

‘Do you want a cup of tea?’ he said, and she tried to remember the last time he had offered to do that for her late at night. There was no way she could bring herself to tell him she was responsible for everything that had been happening to him.

‘No. Thanks. I really should go to bed.’

‘Night, then,’ he said, pulling the duvet up over himself again.

‘Night.’

50

There were several things that Stephanie could think of that she would rather do than sit on a train for two and a bit hours travelling up to Lincoln to confront Katie. Included in them were ripping off her own arm and sitting through a Westlife concert sober. But the way she saw it she had no option. She had to get Katie to stop what she was doing — she just had no idea what she was going to say. Going back to Lower Shippingham was bad enough, running the risk of bumping into people she half knew who would want to offer their condolences for the wreck of her marriage. Funny that only a few months ago she had thought it would be a good idea — a twisted kind of fun, even — to turn up unannounced at James's birthday party. This time her plan was to get in and out as quickly as possible. If only she could work out how she was going to handle it.

She was walking through King's Cross towards the platform when her mobile rang. Pauline, her mother-in-law. Neither James nor Stephanie had yet had the courage to break the news of their separation to her and John. It would break their hearts. Twice Stephanie had intercepted Finn when he had started to say something about Dad coming to visit or his room at the Travel Motel. She had ended up telling Pauline that it was best, these days, to call her on her mobile because
she was so busy. She really didn't want to ask Finn to lie.

Now she thought about not answering — she wasn't in the mood for a cosy chat about how happy they all were and she was always afraid that Pauline would pick up on the fact that she was lying. She felt bad, though. She knew Pauline worried about the cost of making a call to a mobile phone, believing a five-minute conversation would cost her about the same as talking to someone in America for a couple of hours. If she went through to voicemail she would panic about whether or not to leave a message and how much that might cost.

Reluctantly Stephanie pressed the answer key. ‘Hi, Pauline. I'll call you straight back,’ she said, as she always did.

‘OK dear,’ Pauline said, and Stephanie thought she sounded a little shaky. She stopped herself from asking her if she was all right — she would do that on her own phone bill — and cut off the call without saying goodbye, redialling immediately.

‘Is something wrong?’ she said, as soon as Pauline answered.

‘No. Well, as long as you and James are OK then nothing's wrong, no.’

Stephanie felt unaccountably nervous. ‘Why wouldn't we be OK?’ God, they really must get round to telling her. This was ridiculous. She had a faint suspicion that the real reason James had asked her not to say anything to his parents yet was because he was hoping the whole issue might go away and then they'd never have to know. It made her uneasy.

‘It's just… I got this phone call. I had to go to the hairdresser's this morning…’ Pauline could never just pass on a piece of information: she always had to give the recipient the whole story of the events leading up to it, what she was wearing, how she had felt. Stephanie had to hold herself back from screaming, ‘Just tell me. Has something happened?’

‘… you know I always go on a Thursday. It's half-price day if you go before ten o'clock and they open at eight, which really suits me because you know I get up early. Oh, and I was a bit late because I bumped into Mary Arthur on the way. You remember Mary? She came round one day when you and James were here. One Christmas, I think it was. Short woman. Quite round.’

Stephanie rolled her eyes. She looked up at the large clock on the station concourse. She still had ten minutes before the train to Lincoln left. ‘Yes, I remember,’ she said quickly, hoping that the tone of her voice said that she didn't want to get sidetracked into a conversation about Mary's virtues.

‘She was taking her dog for a walk. Nice thing. Hairy. I don't know what breed it is. Anyway…’

Stephanie could stand it no longer. ‘So, then what? After the hairdresser?’

‘Well, the point is that I didn't get home until after half past nine. By the time I'd been to Morrisons, you know — it gets very busy in there in the mornings, people going in on their way to work.’ She waited for Stephanie to add her agreement. She didn't, pausing instead in the hope that Pauline would get to the point.

‘And when I got home there was a message on the
answerphone. Did I say that John had gone to the post office?’

‘Who from?’ Stephanie said, feeling sick. ‘Who was the message from?’

‘Well, that's why I'm ringing you, dear. It was from someone who said she was a friend of you and James. Said she needed to speak to one of us. And I thought something must have happened. An accident or something. Goodness, I need a brandy.’

‘Did she say what her name was?’ Stephanie asked, knowing the answer.

‘Katie, I think. But you are OK, aren't you? Both of you?’

‘We're fine,’ Stephanie said. She needed to get off the phone. She needed to get hold of Katie fast.

‘Well, I wonder why she was calling us. Do you know?’

‘I have no idea. And listen, Pauline, don't worry about calling her back. She's not really a friend she's… well, she's just someone we know, but she's a bit crazy. Not dangerous, not like that,’ she added quickly, suddenly worried that Pauline would have nightmares about an axe murderess, ‘just a bit silly, a bit not quite right in the head.’ As she said it, she thought maybe it was true; maybe Katie was a bit touched.

‘And if she calls you again don't answer.’ She thought about telling Pauline there and then, saying, ‘Actually, James and I have separated and Katie was the other woman, but I don't want you to worry because we're fine,’ but it wasn't up to her. It was James who had to come clean with his mother and, anyway, she didn't think
she could take hearing the hurt and disappointment in her mother-in-law's voice.

‘How will I know it's her?’ Pauline asked nervously.

‘Well, just don't talk to her, then. Tell her you're busy and you'll have to call her back. Meanwhile I'll get hold of her and find out what she wants. She's probably lost our numbers or something and she's trying to get hold of one of us,’ she said, with a sudden burst of inspiration.

‘I can give her your number. Or shall I give her James's?’

Oh, God. ‘Just try not to get into conversation with her, Pauline. She has a funny sense of humour — she might say something that'd upset you. Like I said, she's a bit odd.’

There was no way Pauline wouldn't have twigged there was something wrong. For all her sweet-old-lady act she most definitely wasn't stupid. But as long as Stephanie could somehow stall her speaking to Katie, then she could tell James he had to go and see his parents and break the news to them right away.