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IGNORING GRAVITY #33

Lily had Saturday all planned out. They’d have a leisurely breakfast and read the papers outside at the teak table on the decking, soaking up the sun’s vitamin D. New research proved that babies conceived in the spring and born in the late summer were taller and stronger because their mummies soaked up the sun’s goodness, Lily thought it must be good to get in early, like folic acid, and build up a credit balance. Then she’d booked an outside table for lunch at a place in Ham which William had read about in the Sunday paper and mentioned at least three times a week that he’d like to go there. The cult food and lovely garden surroundings would lull him into that lazy sensual mood she loved about him so that when they came home she could talk to him about babies, they’d make plans and make love and hopefully make a baby, with lots of cuddling afterwards. Then for their supper she’d ordered a delivery of sashimi, sushi and sake, because he loved everything Japanese. She was going to wear the new lemon kimono-style dress she’d bought at Kiko’s in BarnesVillage which she thought would nicely underline the
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IGNORING GRAVITY #32

Over the next few days Rose’s routine didn’t vary. Each morning and lunchtime she rang her father, each time there was no answer. She understood his avoidance technique, she didn’t particularly want to talk either but it had to be done or she would never find out the truth. So each night after work she drove to Richmond. Each night her father’s car was in the drive but The Weavings was empty. Slight changes suggested the house was occupied at some point during the day – on Wednesday night there were empty milk bottles on the doorstep which weren’t there on Thursday night, on Friday evening the rubbish bin was at the kerbside awaiting collection on Saturday – so she could only conclude that he was still alive and getting on with his life. Rose decided to follow his example. On Friday night she didn’t get home until after 10pm. She gobbled beans on toast, sprinkling extra cheddar on top because she couldn’t resist the smell of melted cheese, and almost instantly fell asleep on the sofa in front of the TV. Her dream was vivid. There was a babushka doll, whose face was hand-painted in tiny brushstrokes, without eyes
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IGNORING GRAVITY #31

Lily was peeling potatoes for dinner. Colcannon with pan-fried salmon fillets. She didn’t particularly like colcannon, but it was William’s favourite. She left the potatoes soaking in a pan of cold water then trimmed a Savoy cabbage, aiming the thick outer leaves at the compost bucket but missing more often than not. Should she force William to talk to her somehow? How? Why didn’t he want to listen to her? He used to. She rinsed the cabbage in so much cold water that she rinsed the sink and worktop too. As she mopped the floor, she wondered again how she’d got it so wrong last night. William had returned home yesterday from Geneva a day early and in an ugly mood. She felt like she’d won a chance to talk to him so she conjured up his favourite fish stew with a tin of tomatoes, tuna [oily fish, good for everything and sustainably caught] and organic broccoli [folic acid, essential for a healthy foetus] on the side, followed by banana cake [yet more folic acid, what he didn’t know he couldn’t object to]. She hadn’t once mentioned the words ‘sex’, ‘pregnancy’ or ‘baby’ while they ate dinner and was proud
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IGNORING GRAVITY #30

When Rose got home the light on the answerphone flashed ‘2’. Was it a put-down? Was it her father? Was it… Nick Maddox? “Rose, it’s May. Where are you? If you’re sick you should be at home, if you’re not sick you should be here working. Two days is quite sufficient for a journalist to recover from infection. You’ve had four…” I haven’t, thought Rose angrily. “… including the weekend. I want you at your desk before nine tomorrow morning.” She pressed ‘next’. “Hello, Miss. This is Sergeant Wilcox at Petersham Police Station. With regards to your reporting a Mr…” there was a pause, “… Mr John Haldane missing on Sunday June first, I can confirm that we have received no reports of an incident regarding this gentleman. If you wish to submit a Missing Person Report, please call me on 0208……” I will go back to work, she told Brad firmly as he washed his face with his paws, his purring like the distant rumble of traffic. Because words are my thing. They never let me down, words don’t lie to me. I’ll start now, I’ll write down how I feel about what happened. She took her mug to
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IGNORING GRAVITY #29

Bizzie was baking jammy oaty slices. They were Rose’s favourites; she’d eaten them a thousand times and knew Bizzie’s method by heart. First she lined a swiss roll tin with shortcrust pastry and brushed it with jam, any sort would do as long as it was red, but home-made strawberry was best. Then she mixed rolled oats with golden syrup and piled the mixture onto the pastry. They came out of the oven twenty minutes later, glorious and sticky. Rose had eaten them since before she could remember. Now she hesitated at the window, watching her grandmother bend to put the tray in the oven, wondering how to break the news to her. “I know, Grandma.” “Know what, love?” “That I’m adopted.” Moving in slow motion, Bizzie wiped her hands on her pink floral apron, reached behind her for the kitchen chair and sat down. Rose waited. There was a long silence, broken by Bizzie who rubbed her eyes then clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “I told Diana it would hurt you more if they didn’t tell you when you were young but she wouldn’t listen to me. And Howard…” she twisted her gold wedding band,
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IGNORING GRAVITY #28

On Tuesday, Monday’s lie was feasibly extendable. It took Rose a fraction of a second to decide. She extended it. In Richmond her father’s car, a ten-year old VW with a dent on its right wing and a crack in the front number plate, was parked in the drive. She walked up the path, tapping the gatepost twice as she passed. She peeked through the garage window and there was her mother’s car, a silver Fiesta, polished as new. Dad should sell it, she decided, or sell the VW and use this instead. But perhaps now was not the time to suggest it. Rose put two drops of Rescue Remedy on her tongue, took a deep breath and tried the back door. It was unlocked. This was a safe place, she’d grown up in this house. She stepped into the kitchen, wishing she could hear her Mum’s ‘uh-uuh’ call of greeting, missing the blue pottery jug which for years had sat in the middle of the kitchen table filled with a hotch-potch of flowers and glistening green leaves from the garden. The jug was sitting atop the fridge stuffed with seed packets. Nothing physical in the room had changed since
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