Authors: Fiona McCallum
âYes, Dad had a pretty good look before I moved in and said it wasn't bad, but the roof will need replacing fairly soon. So I'll have to factor in the cost of that. I've told them I'm definitely interested but that I've got to do some sums.'
âDo you think you'll want a loan? You'd need a twenty percent deposit to avoid mortgage insurance, which is pretty hefty.'
âNo point â I don't have a job, so I wouldn't be able to pay anything back.'
âHmm, I wouldn't be much use to you then,' he said, thoughtfully.
âI wasn't expecting you to be,' Emily said, beginning to wonder why he had come here.
âNo offence, but I thought you said you got a really rough deal â financially â from the ex. How are you planning to pay for all this?'
She felt a little taken aback.
You turned up out of the blue on Christmas morning; I didn't invite you to come out and discuss my finances!
She wanted to say these things aloud, but didn't.
She stared down into her mug, wondering if she'd done the right thing telling him she was unemployed. Thanks to her mother's prolonged conditioning, unemployment was much the same as having âloser' tattooed on her forehead.
âSo how did you find me, anyway?' She asked as the thought suddenly struck her.
âYour mum gave me directions the other day. Bumped into her in the street.'
âOh God, I'll never hear the end of it. “That nice young Nathan, blah, blah, blah.” No offence.'
âNone taken. Anyway, I've already had plenty of subtle-as-asledgehammer hints from my own mother,' he said, rolling his eyes.
âSo that's why you're here â because Mummy sent you. This was to shut her up, right?'
âNo, I'm here because I wanted to see where you live. And I needed to get out of the house for a while. It's like a couple of tinsel and fairy light factories threw up in there.'
They both chuckled.
âSeriously, I like you, Em, but that doesn't mean I want to seduce you or anything,' Nathan added.
âGood. At least we're clear on that,' Emily said.
âIt's not that I don't find you attractive, but I really do think we'd drive each other nuts.'
âBecause we're astrologically incompatible, right?'
âExactly,' Nathan said, clearly missing her sarcastic tone. âMatching a Capricorn with a Cancer would be astrological hell. So why waste the time, energy and emotion and end up hating each other when we can just be friends and save all the palaver. You should be looking for a Taurus or a Virgo.'
âIf only our parents agreed,' Emily said sardonically.
She'd almost forgotten all about their discussion of star signs the night they had met again at Emily's parents' house.
When they'd walked to the corner shop to get the cream Enid had forgotten â clearly another ruse in the matchmaking plan, because Enid Oliphant never forgot anything â he'd asked for her star sign and then straight out said they weren't compatible. Just like that.
Emily still couldn't believe anyone took star signs so seriously, especially someone like Nathan, who seemed the epitome of conservative.
She'd always dismissed astrology as ridiculous. There was no way all the people in the world could be classified into twelve categories. But now she found herself wondering for the briefest of moments what Jake Lonigan's star sign was.
âNow, back to your house-buying venture. My advice would be to get a good lawyer who's had plenty of experience in the area of subdivisions. I did meet a guy at a networking function a while ago. I might still have his card back in Adelaide. I'll have a look when I get back there next week. Can I borrow that pad?' he asked, indicating past Emily.
She slid it across the table to him.
âSo I'll try and hunt out the guy's details and find out what I can,' he said, writing on the pad. âAnything else I can do, do you think?'
âI don't want to put you to any trouble.'
âIt's no trouble, honestly. Anyway, I'm most grateful for your company for an hour or so. Anything to get me away from my parents â you've no ideaâ¦'
âOh I think I do. Why you'd want to move back out here I wouldn't know,' Emily said, shaking her head.
At the same time it dawned on her that she could just as easily move away herself. But then where would she find somewhere to rent for just one hundred dollars a week? And the thought of not having Barbara a few minutes' drive away made her feel almost queasy.
âIt will probably mean lots of travelling back to the city for weekends until the novelty wears off,' he said, shrugging.
âYou sound like you've got it all planned.'
âOh, didn't I tell you? I got the job. I start in the new year.'
âCongratulations! We should have been drinking champagne!'
âIt's a bit early for that.'
âTrue. But, wow, you're really going to be living here in Wattle Creek?' Emily was interested to know why he'd actually chosen to live in this tin pot country town after the excitement of city life. âYour career must be
really
important to you.'
âI guess so,' he said with a shrug. âI don't really think about it like that. I'm actually looking forward to life being a little quieter â the opportunity to save more with less to spend money on. It seemed the best, most obvious next step, too.'
âFair enough. At least you have a career and know what you want. I don't have a clue.'
âYou will when you're meant to,' Nathan said, sagely.
âThanks. Very profound,' Emily replied with a groan.
âWho knows, I might only be doing this because of Dad's influence. Maybe it's not really what the universe had planned for me at all. Who knows?'
âBut you enjoy it, don't you?'
âMost of the time, yeah. I guess I'm lucky there.'
âAnother cuppa?' Emily asked, getting up. âI couldn't fit another one in but I'm happy to make you one.'
âNo thanks, but I'll stay a little longer, only if I'm not holding you up.'
âNo, not at all.' And Emily meant it. She was genuinely enjoying his company, and liked the idea that he'd be around more.
âIn that case, how 'bout you give me a quick tour of this kingdom you're going to own.'
âWell okay, come on.'
They were standing under the fruit trees up the gully, with a good bird's-eye view of the house. Now that she was actually showing someone where the proposed boundary would be â give or take â it was becoming more real. Nathan showed genuine enthusiasm as he looked over the twenty or so acres surrounding the house.
No longer did Emily have the feeling she might jinx it. She would make this happen if it meant living on baked beans on toast for the next twenty years. Later, after she had run it by her dad, she'd phone the Baker brothers, wish them a merry Christmas and tell them she accepted their offer.
âIt's great that the house is smack bang in the middle,' Nathan said.
âYeah, it's good, isn't it?'
âBut if they ever sell the rest, how will you get in from the main road? The driveway's part of the main farm isn't it?'
âYes and no. It's an easement, so no matter what happens, I'll always have access.'
âAh, well, that's good. I had visions of you having to have your supplies choppered in,' he said, grinning.
âHa ha, very funny.'
âI hate to say it, but the roof really does look a little the worse for wear from here.'
âI know. That'll probably be my first big expense. I'm hoping I'll know soon how much a new roof will cost me â round about. My friend who is coming to stay used to be a builder.'
âWell he, or she, will be a handy person to know, taking on a project like this.'
âHe,' Emily confirmed, unsure why she felt the need to.
âIt's a pretty big house for you to be living in all alone,' he said thoughtfully. âYou could rent out a couple of rooms and make a bit of money if you wanted to.'
âWho, other than me, would put up with a bathroom being outside and pay for the privilege?'
âDesperate people â like meâ¦'
Emily stared at him and felt the realisation dawn on her. Nathan was looking elsewhere and didn't notice her expression.
So that's why you're really here.
She'd been played. She'd fallen for his act of being friendly and wanting some company, and pretending to be interested in the house. But all along he was looking for somewhere to stay. Irritation started to bubble.
âYou know, there are absolutely no houses to rent in town. Plenty for sale, but I'm not ready to make that sort of commitment.'
âI thought the bank had houses for their managers.'
âUnfortunately, not for the
assistant
.'
âThere's no way you'd want to live here though,' Emily said, staring at him.
âWhy not?'
âIt's a dump, for a start!'
And what would people say?
she wanted to add, but stopped herself in time â doing so would sound just like her mother.
âEm, if you're not interested in having a boarder, you only have to say,' he said, putting a hand on her arm.
Emily stared at his hand while going through the pros and cons. A bit of cash, some company; versus losing her solitude, the gossipmongers' assumptions.
The money
. She so badly needed money.
âYou don't need to decide right away, but please Em, at least think about it. Seriously. My only other option at this point is living with my parents and I'd rather camp in a paddock than do that. As much as I love them, I just don't want to move back in with them at my age. But there will be no hard feelings if you decide you want to be alone.'
âOkay, I'll think about it. I can't promise anything though. How much rent do you think would be fair?'
âThere's an allowance of one hundred and fifty a week on top of my salary, so you can have that.'
Wow, that's great
, Emily thought.
âThat's way too much!' she said.
âWe could say it includes utilities then.'
âHmm.'
âWell, I'll leave you to ponder it.' Nathan suddenly glanced down at his watch. âI'd better get back!'
They headed back down the hill and Emily walked him to his car, a sporty-looking sedan.
âThanks for the hospitality. I think the house is great.'
âThanks for saying so, and for dropping by,' she said, despite still feeling a bit irked.
âWell, have a merry Christmas,' he said.
âAnd you too.'
She allowed him to peck her on the cheek, and then stood watching as he drove off.
Emily prepared slivers of fresh garlic and tiny sprigs of rosemary and then poked them into the slits she'd made in the lamb. She did all this on autopilot while the pros and cons of Nathan's proposal ran through her head. She kept coming back to the same point â she needed the money.
As she washed her hands and dried them on the hand towel from the bench, she decided that she was being ridiculous. The ball was in her court. She didn't have to make a decision right now. And he'd said there would be no hard feelings if she declined. So why was she feeling so pressured?
No, she said to herself after taking a deep breath, she had to take the time to really think it through. No point making a quick decision and then living to regret it. No point deciding a couple of weeks in that she really didn't want company and making Nathan move again just after he'd become settled. Or worse, not having the guts to tell him, and then living in silent angst and retreating to be alone at every opportunity.
Not unlike her marriage, really.
She suddenly realised all the parallels were there; a decision made for the wrong reasons, before all angles were considered and because of feeling pressured â by herself, yes, but also by her mother. The spoken and unspoken, the subtle and not so subtle.
All the references to so and so's lovely wedding, the news that such and such's daughter had just blessed them with their third grandchild and weren't they lucky? The barely disguised comments about her age. In Wattle Creek, any woman not married by twenty-three was considered âon the shelf', and would be for life. Still unmarried at twenty-eight was a definite cause for panic. And panic was what Enid had done, right up until Emily and John had said their vows. You could almost hear her exhaling in relief at the words, âAnd you may kiss your bride.'
A close second to getting your daughter married off was the particular match you'd managed. If it was a good one, mother would take the credit. If not, at least the girl was married.
In Emily's case, Enid had been particularly chuffed: âAnd from such a good family; the Strattens are so community- and church-minded for such a wealthy family â you don't often get that these days.' The unspoken part being, âNow we're a part of their world.' But of course the Oliphants weren't and never would be. Emily knew that, but it wasn't worth bursting her mother's bubble.
Emily had been as eager to marry âup' as her mother â she'd been well and truly indoctrinated. But when she got into the fold she saw first-hand the truth of those well-worn phrases about the wealthy being wealthy because they were tight-fisted.
It was one of the things she'd liked about John â he was determined not to be like his parents and instead chose to splash his cash around.
But it had taken ages for her to see it for what it really was â boasting on a very superficial level. Rounds of beer at the pub, new mag wheels for his car, the odd trip to the city to get away â not to take her shopping or lavish her with jewellery or gifts, but to lose wads of cash on the chocolate wheel at the casino.
Of all the games available
, Emily had thought at the time, shaking her head while obediently standing beside him and waiting for him to get bored or run out of money.