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him, to take in what he meant.
    Then Roz burst out, ‘We’ve tried so hard. Lil and I, we’ve done our best.’
    â€˜I know you have,’ said Tom. ‘We know that.’
    â€˜But here we are,’ said Ian. ‘Here we are.’
    And now he leaned forwards towards Roz, passionate, accusing – very far from the urbane and affable man everyone knew: ‘And nothing has changed, has it. Roz? Just tell me the truth, tell me, has it?’
    Roz’s eyes, full of tears, did meet his, and then she got up to save herself with the ritual of supplying cold drinks from the fridge.
    Lil said, looking calmly straight across at Tom, ‘It’s nogood, Roz. Just don’t, don’t . . .’ For Roz was crying, silently, allowing it to be seen, her dark glasses lying on the table. Then she covered her eyes with the glasses, and directing those dark circles at Ian, she said, ‘I don’t understand what it is you want, Ian. Why do you go on and on? It’s all done. It’s finished.’
    â€˜So, you don’t understand,’ said Ian.
    â€˜Stop it,’ said Lil, beginning to cry, too. ‘What’s the point of this? All we have to do is to decide what to tell them, they want our support.’
    â€˜ We will tell them that we will support them ,’ said Ian, and added, ‘I’m going for a swim.’
    And the four ran down into the waves, Ian limping, but not too badly.
    Interesting that in the discussion that afternoon, with the four, a certain key question had not been mentioned. If the two young wives were going to start a business, then the grandmothers would have to play a part.
    A second discussion, with all six of them, was on this very point.
    â€˜Working grandmothers,’ said Roz. ‘I quite fancy it, what about you, Lil?’
    â€˜Working is the word,’ said Lil. ‘I’m not going to give up the shops. How will we fit in the babies?’
    â€˜Easy,’ said Roz. ‘We’ll juggle it. I have long holidays at the university. You have Ian at your beck and call in the shops. There are weekends. And I daresay the girls’ll want to see their little angels from time to time.’
    â€˜You’re not suggesting we’re going to neglect them?’ said Mary.
    â€˜No, darling, no, not at all. Besides, both Lil and I had girls to help us with our little treasures, didn’t we, Lil?’
    â€˜I suppose so. Not much, though.’
    â€˜Oh, well,’ said Mary, ‘I suppose we can hire an au pair , if it’s like that.’
    â€˜How you do flare up,’ said Roz. ‘Certainly we can get ourselves au pairs when needed. Meanwhile, the grannies are at your service.’
    It was a real ritual occasion, the day the babies were to be introduced to the sea. All six adults were there on the beach. Blankets had been spread. The grandmothers, Roz and Lil, in their bikinis, were sitting with the babies between their knees, smoothing them over with suncream. Tiny, delicate creatures, fair-haired, fair-skinned, and around them, tall and large and protective, the big adults.
    The mummies took them into the sea, assisted by Tom and Lil. There was much splashing, cries of fear and delight from the little ones, reassurance from the adults – a noisy scene. And sitting on the blankets where the sand had already blown, glistening in little drifts, were Roz and Ian. Ian looked long and intently at Roz and said, ‘Take your glasses off.’ Roz did so.
    He said, ‘I don’t like it when you hide your eyes from me.’
    She snapped the glasses back on and said, ‘Stop it, Ian. You’ve got to stop this. It’s simply not on .’
    He was reaching forward to lift off her glasses. She slapped down his hand. Lil had seen, from where she stood to her waist in the sea. The intensity of it, you could say, even the ferocity . . . had Hannah noticed? Had Mary? A yell from a