Mum.â
Javine sniffed and said âfineâ, meaning that it wasnât.
âOnly if something comes up, you know?â
âWhatever.â Javine let her fork clatter onto the plate. âBut I donât think one night would hurt you, and I think it would be a good idea to save the babysitting up with your mum a bit more, until we really need it, yeah?â She stood and started to gather up the plates. âLike if the two of us ever go out together, you know?â
âI get it, itâs cool, OK?â He finished his beer. âNo need to get riled up, man.â It wasnât cool, not really, but what else was he going to say? Nearly six months since the baby had arrived and he knew that the park or the playgroup was as exciting as her life got. Gemma was the only friend sheâd made since heâd brought her back here and he knew sheâd left plenty else behind.
Javine carried the plates into the kitchen. âYou want tea?â
Theo and his family had moved from Lewisham to Kent five years before, when Theo was twelve. The old man had swapped his job on the Underground for one on the buses and theyâd upped sticks to a place in Chatham with an extra bedroom for Theoâs little sister, Angela, and air that was a bit less likely to aggravate her asthma. Everyone was happy. It was near the sea, which the old man had liked, there was bingo and a decent boozer over the road, and though there was a bit of trouble at school to start with, Theo and his sister had settled down quickly enough.
Heâd met Javine at one of the big arcades. She and a mate had started giggling when heâd bent over a pool table. Later on theyâd shared a joint or two outside and talked until chucking-out time.
Then, the previous summer, when Javine was three months pregnant, theyâd had to make the journey back the other way. Theoâs grandmother on his fatherâs side had refused to move with the rest of the family, and when the stubborn old mare suffered a stroke, there was nobody else around to look after her. One day the air had tasted of salt; the next they were all back in the same shitty low-rise theyâd been living in four years earlier.
Stupidest thing of all, the old woman was as fit as a fiddle now, had started to perk up as soon as she had her family around her again. It was Theoâs old man who had got sick. Coughing up blood in their front room, and dying one afternoon in front of the horse racing, while Lewisham Hospital tried to find him a bed.
âTheo?â Javine was shouting now, from the kitchen.
âYeah, tea sounds good,â Theo said.
Javine wasnât the only one whoâd left friends behind when theyâd come to south London. Theo still thought about Ransford and Kenny a lot, and Craig and Waheed from football. Theyâd stayed in touch for a while after heâd moved back, but things had just seemed to drift after the baby. Since heâd caught up with Easy and the others again.
Not that heâd caught up in every sense.
It was because heâd gone away; thatâs what Easy told him. Thatâs why heâd lost his place; why Easy had a better slot with the crew even though Theo was older. Just bad luck, bad timing, whatever.
Theoâs mobile chirped on the table.
Javine shouted through from the kitchen: âThatâll be Easy or your mum.â
âYou reckon?â
âWho else?â
Theo hadnât seen Easy for a week or so; not since their afternoon at the pitch and putt. Not properly at any rate. Heâd seen him go past a couple of times in that sick Audi A3 heâd taken to driving around. Heâd had it for a year, sitting in a lock-up. Polished the fucker every week, changed the Magic Tree air freshener, all that. But heâd done the decent thing and waited until he was only one year below the legal driving age before actually getting behind the wheel.
Theo had his dadâs