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so she hung up and rang again, staring at the number pad and speaking them out loud as she dialled. The same voice.
    God, I hope everything’s OK.
    â€˜Er, hullo, is Max there? Max Fyfield.’ There was interference on the line. She tapped the receiver against her hand. It wasn’t interference, it was background noise. Music, muffled. Voices, many.
    â€˜Hullo?’ said the Scotsman.
    â€˜Max Fyfield?’ stressed Polly, trying not to shout. It sounded like the receiver was dropped. ‘Hullo?’ she said. ‘Hullo? Max?’
    Click.
    The line was dead.
    She dialled again, distressed and a little angry. Who was that man? How dare he!
    â€˜Hullo?’
    â€˜Thank God,’ said Polly, eyes to the heavens, ‘Dom, it’s me. Max there?’
    â€˜Hullo? Oh Polly! Hi! Hold on.
Max
! Hold on,’ said Dom, disappearing with an unpromising clatter to locate his brother.
    â€˜Polly?’
    â€˜Max – hullo, I was er. You said you’d –’
    Suddenly she wanted to cry.
    Don’t be so silly.
    Why do you want to cry?
    I don’t know. I don’t want to be here. I feel frightened. It all feels too fragile.
    â€˜Sorry,’ Max rushed. ‘Oh God, so sorry. I, er, well actually I forgot. Hey
you
– get the Osmonds
off
the turntable!
And
Slade. Kool and the Gang can stay. Polly? There you are – I was going to call you earlier but Dominic had me running errands and opening wine. Dom!
Dom!
The chilli – the coffee table. God that was close.’
    â€˜Max,’ Polly asked, trying to control the shake in her voice, ‘what’s happening? What’s going on?’
    I feel lonely. I’m frightened.
    What of?
    â€˜Dom has a few friends round,’ Max explained lightly.
    Precisely.
    â€˜Anyone I know?’
    What’s wrong with that? Why do I feel shaky?
    â€˜Er, don’t think so.’
    â€˜Meg?’
    I can hear a woman laughing. He’s just covered the mouthpiece with his hand. Why? Why’s he done that?
    â€˜Meg?’ Polly repeated, staring around Kate’s kitchen, the people on the fridge; realizing that she was, essentially, amongst strangers. Alone.
    I’m alone. Over here. Over there. I just delude myself that I’m allowed into people’s spheres, that they’ll make me part of their world, their family.
    â€˜Megan was here earlier but she had to leave as she was meeting Jen Carter for a drink.’
    I’ve been replaced. Oh, most wicked haste.
    â€˜Max – why didn’t
you
phone
me
?’ Polly consciously let slip into baby voice. ‘Like you promised?’
    â€˜I’m sorry Button,’ he said, his voice distant (
he sounds distant
), ‘I forgot. I was busy.’
    No!
    Yes – anyway, Polly, who is it who’s been too preoccupied even to think of him much, let alone miss him at all? Were you expecting life in London to be frozen in time until your return?
    â€˜Polly?’
    â€˜Yes,’ she said in a small voice, ‘I’m still here.’
    â€˜I’d better go now, this isn’t the best time for a chat, is it? There’s chilli on the carpet and Dominic’s off his face. God, he’s out on the balcony. Doing opera. I must go – I’ll call you soon, promise. ’Kay?’
    â€˜â€™Kay.’
    What else could she say?
    â€˜Love you,’ Max cooed.
    Don’t say that.
    â€˜â€™Kay,’ she said, chewing the inside of her cheek. She replaced the handset and stared blankly at the fridge of smiles.
    â€˜You OK?’ asked Kate, understanding now the provenance of Polly’s deepening eye colour.
    â€˜Yup,’ said Polly, a little more croakily than she would have liked, ‘absolutely fine.’
    Kate offered Polly a cherry tomato. She bit it and winced as the delicious, tart juice caused a stab of sharpness to zip along her jaw. She swallowed. Hard.
    â€˜All set?’ Kate asked.
    â€˜Do you