Stone Cold Red Hot - [22]

I called Ray and Laura and they brought out the food; baked potatoes with cheese and tomato sauce and sticks of carrot and celery to crunch on. Maddie and Tom drank dandelion and burdock, the rest of us had some bottled beer that Laura had contributed.

“When’s bonfire night?” asked Maddie.

“A while yet,” I said.

“How many weeks?”

“Can we have fireworks,” said Tom, “very, very loud ones?”

“I hate loud ones. We should just have sparklers. Is it next week?”

“No, about six weeks.”

“That’s ages,” she complained.

“Look in the fire,” I said, “what shapes can you see?”

The chunks of wood were burning slowly, revealing their intricate grid design, charring into little squares, echoing the structure of bark. The patterns always reminded me of the fine network of lines on our skin, too.

“A witches face,” said Maddie, and a little house. There,” she pointed.

“I can see a dog being sick,” Tom boasted.

“You’re sick,” said Maddie.

“And a willy,” he found this absolutely hilarious and nearly choked on his dandelion and burdock.

We let the children carefully add wood to the fire, warning them not to throw anything on which could knock it all down and put out the flames.

Laura and Ray sat close and every so often Tom would launch himself onto Ray’s knee and wriggle off after he’d got a bit of attention.

“We used to have huge bonfires at home,” said Laura to Tom, “so big the men had to climb up ladders to put the guy on top.”

“Where was it?” I asked. I knew she’d been raised in the country and she still had a soft burr to her voice not common in Manchester.

“Lincolnshire,” she said, “middle of nowhere.”

“They’re all inbred like mad,” Ray joshed.

She punched him on the arm.

“Did you live on a farm?”

“No, my Dad worked on a farm nearby but we didn’t live there, we had a house in the village.”

“Did you have to go to school?” asked Maddie.

“Yes, and do you know how many children there were in my school?”

“How many?” Maddie’s eyes danced.

“How many?” echoed Tom.

“Twelve.”

“Twelve!” I couldn’t imagine it.

Laura shivered.

“You cold?” Ray asked her.

“A bit.”

Not surprising. We were all togged up in woolly jumpers or fleeces and Laura had a short sleeved top on.

“I’ll get you a coat.”

“I’ll be alright.”

“Don’t be daft,” he stood up, “you’ll freeze.” He came back with a woollen jacket which she wrapped round herself. It dwarfed her. She was only small, slim too. Fine featured with long blonde hair, grey eyes, a brown birthmark the size of a cherry on one cheek. Ray had met her at college, she was an assistant to their administrator.

“Tom,” Ray warned his son who stood poised to chuck a large block of wood into the fire. “That’s too big, find a stick.” I could see the flames reflected in Tom’s dark eyes, slivers of light shining on his glossy curls. He grinned and dropped the wood.

Maddie sidled onto my knee and we sat quietly for a while. Maybe it would be possible for Laura to move in with us, it would be better than Ray and Tom moving out. I’d have to get used to sharing my home with a couple, get used to their intimacy. But would she want to live like this? With Maddie and me as well as Ray and Tom, and Sheila, our lodger, to boot? Was there space? I was assuming that she’d move into Ray’s bedroom but in her shoes I’d want a room of my own; she had a flat to herself after all. Giving that up. We couldn’t ask Sheila to leave, we had an agreement. We’d have to move the kids playroom, maybe put it in the cellar – or bring their beds down, put them in the playroom. But then they’d be sleeping on a different floor, I didn’t like that idea…

“Mummy,” Maddie shouted, “can I have a drink or what!” She’d been repeating it and I was miles away – worrying.

I tried to explain myself to Diane when we met up for a drink the following evening. “I’m uncomfortable with them. Even with Ray, he’s changed. I’m not jealous, you know I’ve never really fancied Ray. It’s more a feeling of being pushed out. Perhaps it’s envy? And then I keep thinking how awful it’ll be if they move out.”

“Why?”

“It’s worked so well, especially looking after the children. Tom and Maddie are close, we’re all close. I’d miss Tom dreadfully. We’re like a family, it’s like a divorce waiting to happen.”

“Have you asked Ray?”

“Asked him what?”

“If they’re making plans?”

“You sound just like his mother,” I scoffed.

“Well, have you?” she persisted.

“Diane, I can hardly talk to him about anything at the moment, he’s gone all vague and absent-minded.”

“It must be lurve,” she joked and rolled her eyes.

“It’s irritating whatever it is.”

“You should ask him. Tell him what your worries are. All you need to say is that you’d like him to let you know if he’s considering any big changes. After all it does affect you and Maddie, like you say.” She rattled the ice cubes in her glass.

“Yes.” Reluctant. Why? Because I didn’t want Ray to see how vulnerable I could be? Because I didn’t want to make a fool of myself? Because he might confirm my fears?

“Is Laura around a lot?”

“Yeah, more than before or he goes to her flat. She’s nice – well, she’s alright, I’ve nothing against the woman.”