Thirteen Steps Down

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Next that huge box of chocolates
    Rodney had given her--he was so sweet but was he crazy, thinking she'd
    so much as look at a chocolate?
    Nerissa left a trail of litter behind her through the house. Even the
    flowers toppled out of the vases. Magazines tumbled out of the rack,
    handfuls of tissues spilled onto surfaces and under tables, lamps fell
    over, glasses broke, and odd bits of jewelry glinted from the carpet pile
    and the windowsills. Lynette, who came to clean, was so well paid she
    didn't mind. She went about the house, picking everything up, admiring
    a ring here, a bottle of scent there, and if she was at home, Nerissa
    would give it to her.
    It was raining, the heavy crashing rain of summer. Nerissa put on her
    white shiny raincoat over her silk shift and leapt into the car with her
    champagne and her chocolates, her wet umbrella-white and with a
    picture of the seafront at Nice on it--slung onto the backseat. She
    stopped in Holland Park on adouble yellow line to buy flowers for her
    mum, orchids and arum lilies, roses and funny green things the florist
    couldn't identify. Luck was with her, as it usually was. All the wardens
    were indoors watching Casualty on TV: She was going to be late--when
    wasn't she?--but Dad wouldn't mind. He liked eating closer to nine than
    eight.
    They lived in Acton, in a street of semidetached mock-Tudor houses,
    theirs with an extra bedroom over the garage. Nerissa and her brothers
    had grown up there, gone to the local schools, visited the local cinema,
    and shopped at the localshops. Both of her brothers were older than
    Nerissa and both were now married. When she started to make a lot of
    money, she had wanted to buy her parents a house near her own,
    perhaps a smart cottage in fashionable Pottery Lane, but they would
    have none of it. They liked Acton. They liked their neighbors and the
    neighborhood and their big garden. All their friends lived nearby and
    they were staying put. Besides, her father had made three ponds in his
    garden, one in the front and two in the back, and filled them with
    goldfish. Where in Pottery Lane would he be able to have three ponds or
    even one? And the goldfish were very active tonight, enjoying the rain.
    It was her father who answered the door. Nerissa threw her arms
    around him, then around her mother, presented her gifts. These were, as
    always, received rapturously. She never touched alcohol, she drank
    bottled water, but now she accepted with pleasure a large cup of
    Yorkshire tea. You could get very fed up with water thrust at you
    wherever you went. Her mum always announced dinner in the same way,
    and uttered it in an atrocious French accent. Nerissa would have
    wondered what waswrong if she had deviated from this practice.
    "Mademoiselle est servie. "
    She only ate food like this when she went to her parents' house. The
    rest of the time she picked at grapefruit and Japanese rice crackers at
    home or green salad in restaurants. It was a miracle, she sometimes
    thought, that her insides could weather with no ill effects the shock of
    digesting thick soup, rolls and butter, roast meat and potatoes, batter
    pudding, and Brussels sprouts. Her mother thought this was her normal
    diet.
    "My daughter can eat as much as she likes," she told friends.
    "She never puts on a scrap of weight."
    When they had reached the apple charlotte and baked Alaska stage of
    the meal, Nerissa asked her mother about their neighbors. These people
    were great friends, as close as cousins.
    "Fine, I think," her mother said. "I haven't seen much of them for a few
    days. Sheila's got a new job, I do know that---oh, and Bill's got the allclear from the hospital."
    "That's good. " Nerissa trod warily. "And the son? He's stil lliving at
    home?"
    "Darel?" her dad said. "Such a nice well-mannered boy. He's still at
    home, but Sheila told me he's buying a flat in Docklands. Time to move
    on, he says."
    Nerissa was unsure whether this was good news for her or bad. While
    she

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