expert on orchids and climate change. âWith packets of seeds?â
âOh yes,â the stephanotis claps. âEleanor would do it. Eleanor would have done it. She carried seeds in an old clutch bag she bought in a Honiton antiques shop. She was a great one for the dahlias.â
Everyone suddenly has a favourite flower to be saved from extinction.
âYou canât beat roses.â
âBluebells.â
âSnowdrops.â
âI want troubadours in my wreath when I die.â
âMarguerites.â
âFrom the garage every time. And they were always fucking wilted by the time I got them in the vase.â
âOh my goodness, she said, donât you just love butter?â
âDandelionâs a weed.â
My mindâs a blanket. Flowers galorey my husband would bring the morning after, yet I canât think of a single one.
âTulips.â
Peter Pan wheels in, his face glistening with too much soap and too many sardines. âHyacinths for me,â he says. âEvery time.â
My heart ascends a scale in C major, no sharps, no flats. Keep your fingers curved as if youâre holding a mouse. Donât let him go, donât let him slip.
Gwen
Notebook Entry
RULES TO KEEP THE WORLD AWAY.
Do not indulge in sensual reverie.
Do not look in shop windows.
Do not crave affection where none is to be found.
Work for one moment, work for eternity.
Letter From Rodin
My dear Gwen Marie,
My deepest condolences at your tristesse. I shall come to see you tomorrow in the evening. Remember that life and death revolve in each otherâs arms like dancing partners.
Auguste
Moth
Pot Noodles
I place Jamieâs medication carefully in the fridge and turn up my Benefit High Beam cheek-illuminating smile. I canât wait for these boys to blossom under my parenting skills. A kind word, a bit of sympathy and compassion, thatâs all they need.
âSo. Itâs a lovely day. Letâs all get out for a walk in the sunshine with Mr Stinks.â
âWhoâs that?â Max, a miniature Harry Potter complete with identikit lightning scar on his forehead, looks round warily like he expects some old tramp to come waltzing Matilda through the door.
âOur dog.â
âDoes he shit off all the time?â Jamie grins. âDoes he fart in your face? Iâll train him if you like. Iâve trained Max to pee into his own mouth. And he sucks my willy in the bath.â
My two are giggling hysterically now, but I keep my Benefit High Beam smile on full power. These are shock tactics of course. Iâm not in the least fazed by them. âLetâs get going then.â
âIâm hungry,â wails Max. âI want my dinner first.â
Jesus H, itâs ten in the morning. âDid you have any breakfast?â
âNah.â Both boys bring a Pot Noodle out of their rucksack. âDad always gives us these.â
âWell, your motherâs back tomorrow so thingsâll go back to normal soon Iâm sure.â
âShe always gives us these as well, but not Bombay Bad Boy cos itâs too spicy.â
I boil the kettle, fix the Pot Noodles. Roan and Dove sniff the air longingly, but I remind them that they will be having a proper lunch later â fluffy cheese on toast à la Annabel Karmel.
Maxâs glasses steam up as he scoffs his chicken and mushroom at a temperature saints must burn at. The only other person Iâve known to do this is a girl in primary school who had green snot dangling permanently from either nostril.
âYuk.â I canât help myself as both boys tip their pots up to their lips to drain the last dregs of sauce. Jamie bends one eye on me while the other travels so far left I feel like Iâm in the presence of Mad Eye Moody. Which is a bit of a worry; at the end of Harry Potter everyone cops it. Itâs a fucking bloodbath. Even poor old Hedwig blows up in a side
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