âBut I behaved like that with you, I know, because you were a precious jewel. I was in awe; I couldnât believe you were mine.â As soon as heâd said this, he felt a pang: it was a wave of jealousy from Vee, watching, listening.
âOh, Max! Thatâs a lovely thing to say!â She went into her baby voice: âBut whatever you were, or are, like, I think youâre dead sweet.â She dabbed him on the nose with her finger. âThe best hubby and the best daddy, ever.â Then she stretched, got up and pulled on her dressing gown, and resumed her usual voice. âIâm cold!â
Max too stood up and began to get dressed. He decided that today would be the day he started reading Veeâs book from the beginning.
Helen embraced her husband. âI love having you all to myself. We donât need anyone else, do we? Weâve got two lovely daughters.â She smiled. âAnd they all lived happily ever after,â she went on, musically, waving her index fingers as if conducting. Stopping abruptly, she added, âWhich reminds me, Mum wants to go to that concert after all, so â.â
ââ Darling,â he interrupted, suddenly wanting to be serious. He still had to get her help.
âYes? Whatâs up?â
âEr ⦠have you found out yet if you can go part-time?â
âYou stopped the romantic mood to ask me
that
?â
âSorry, but thereâs something I want to â â.
â âDonât tell me youâve got a mistress, some nubile young patient?â
âOh no, nothing like that. I wouldnât have the time or theenergy, now would I, with all the demands
you
make in that department!â
They laughed, then kissed. He decided it was a good time.
âI need your help with something very important. And about that first girlfriend ⦠â
5
Questions
Eventually, after reassurance that there had been nothing untoward â that is, recent â in their relationship, Helen was prepared to accept that Vee and Max had once been together, and she agreed to help him in whatever way she could. A few things now made sense to her about her husbandâs behaviour of late, and Max was contrite.
While neither of them knew precisely what Veeâs demands might be, Helen was prepared for some kind of undercover work at Squaremile. At the end of their long discussion, which took the rest of that morning, they decided that they would
both
read
Doors Closing
.
âHow about if I read one chapter, then pass it on to you?â Max sipped his coffee and Helen joined him in the conservatory.
âThat sounds fine. Then, depending on what Vee has to say about Squaremile, we might be able to work out what to do. Her time there must feature in it. It must be one reason for her to write, donât you think? Oh, but Max, youâll never guess what ⦠â
âWhat, my love?â
âTheyâve told me I canât go part-time yet because they want âmy experienced hand on the tillerâ of Grove House, as they put it, in the not too distant future.â
âWhyâs that then?â
Helen gave a short, exasperated sigh. âSandra, the manager there at the moment, has somehow wangled a monthâs holiday.â
âA month? How come?â
âLord alone knows. Iâm afraid I donât have much time forthat woman.â Helenâs Scots accent had become more noticeable, as it often did when she was annoyed or stressed. âSheâs also tipped for promotion.â Helen slapped her thighs and stood up. âDonât get me started about Sandra.â
They had a quiet lunch together.
âIâm glad youâve told me about your time with Vee,â Helen said. âI was worried about you.â She handed him an apple.
âThere might be other things Iâve forgotten to tell you, or even that I didnât know, in connection with Vee.