going. They liked me, but they liked about ten others as well and weâve all got to go back next Thursday for a re-call. I think weâll have to try some of the clothes on. Thatâs what usually happens. And if they donât look good on us we donât get it.â
âBarbados though, thatâll be lovely wonât it, darling? Iâm sure you were easily the prettiest, youâre bound to get it.â
âDonât build her hopes up, she might
not
, you know.â Nina murmured a warning to her mother. Monica frowned at her.
âOh donât be so defeatist, let the girl fly while she can.
You
did, in your day. Of course sheâll get it. She usually does, doesnât she? And of course youâll get to go as well, chaperoning, but if you donât want to, Iâll go.â
âLast time I got a hot country job, we only went to Ealing to a big shed. Theyâd made scenery and got loads of palm trees.â Lucy laughed. âIt was really cold and we had to dance about and pretend it was a party on a beach. That was an advert for Tropi-choc sweets. They were disgusting.â
âJoe isnât very keen. He says it interrupts her school work,â Nina admitted.
âBut it was him who got her involved in all this in the first place, wasnât it, taking her to a casting for some awful ad for, what was it, yoghurt?â
âYes, but he thought it would just be that one-off, just for fun. We used to argue about it quite a lot.â
Monica sniffed. âWell, you know what I think. You could have found a way of sorting it out withoutresorting to
words
. You let that man slip through your fingers, simply because youâve never managed the art of quiet subtlety. Thereâs many a way to skin cats, you know. Perhaps if youâd given him a son . . .â She made it sound like a gift, or a bribe, Nina thought, as if for the sake of a son heâd have stopped showing off his manhood with a succession of dozy young girls and stayed home being dutiful. Sally, though, had âgivenâ each of her two husbands a son and theyâd still gone off and left her, but then
she
was of the opinion that if you had a boy-child, they were so utterly treasured by their doting mothers that the husbands got jealous anyway . . . Either way, the female of the species, daughter, wife or mother, clearly couldnât win.
âCome on Genghis, letâs go, shall we?â Nina took the lead from Lucy and started running. The Common was Sunday-afternoon busy. Lunches were being walked off, lone fathers were having parental access, quality time with sweets and promises. Children ran and squabbled and kicked footballs. Men and women, arms linked in domestic solidarity, strolled together and sorted their weekend differences. Dogs more biddable than Genghis were running loose, sniffing for rabbits and for each other.
ââSlipped through my fingersâ did he? Iâd say he prised them apart and forced his way through,â she whispered to herself as she ran. The dog loped gently just ahead of her, his big golden ears flopping. If she let the lead go heâd run till he dropped, unseeing and purposeless, for miles and miles and miles.
âThe doorbellâs ringing,â Catherine murmured into the pillow. Joe didnât move. He lay sprawled and exhausted beneath the duvet, trying not to fall asleep because, wise grown-up as he was, he knew heâd be infor a restless night later if he gave in now in the late afternoon.
âJoe. Itâs ringing.â
âJust ignore it,â he said, staring at the ceiling, conscious that he hardly had the energy left to blink.
âI canât. It might be Simon. Iâll just have a quick peek.â Catherine sighed and hauled her naked self out of the bed, pulling on a pink satin robe and tying the belt tightly. Joe was conscious of a small display of impatience in the act of the tying. The sharp
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