10 AM
NED could not drive, so Miranda took the wheel of the Toyota Previa. Her son, Tom, sat behind with his Game Boy. The back row of seats had been folded away to make room for a stack of presents wrapped in red-and-gold paper and tied with green ribbon.
As they pulled away from the Georgian terrace off the Great Western Road where Miranda had her flat, a light snowfall began. There was a blizzard1 over the sea to the north, but the weather forecasters said it was going to bypass Scotland.
She felt content, driving with the two men in her life, heading for Christmas with her family at her father's house. She was reminded of driving back from university for the holidays, looking forward to home cooking, clean bathrooms, ironed sheets, and that feeling of being loved and cared for.
She headed first for the suburb where Ned's ex-wife lived. They were to pick up his daughter, Sophie, before driving to Steepfall.
Tom's toy played a descending2 melody, probably indicating that he had crashed his spaceship or been beheaded by a gladiator. He sighed and said, "I saw an advertisement in a car magazine for these really cool screens that go in the back of the headrests, so the people in the backseat can watch movies and stuff."
"A must-have accessory," said Ned with a smile.
"Sounds expensive," said Miranda.
"They don't cost that much," Tom said.
Miranda looked at him in the driving mirror. "Well, how much?"
"I don't know, just, but they didn't look expensive, d'you know what I mean?"
"Why don't you find out the price, and we'll see if we can afford one."
"Okay, great! And if it's too dear for you, I'll ask Grandpa."
Miranda smiled. Catch Grandpa in the right mood and he would give you anything.
Miranda had always hoped Tom would be the one to inherit his grandfather's scientific genius. The jury was still out. His schoolwork was excellent, but not astonishingly so. However, she was not sure what, exactly, her father's talent was. Of course he was a brilliant microbiologist, but he had something more. It was partly the imagination to see the direction in which progress lay, and partly the leadership to inspire a team of scientists to pull together. How could you tell whether an eleven-year-old had that kind of ability? Meanwhile, nothing captured Tom's imagination half as much as a new computer game.
She turned on the radio. A choir3 was singing a Christmas carol. Ned said, "If I hear Away in a Manger' one more time, I may have to commit suicide by impaling4 myself on a Christmas tree." Miranda changed the station and got John Lennon singing "War Is Over." Ned groaned5 and said, "Do you realize that Radio Hell plays Christmas music all the year round? It's a well-known fact."
Miranda laughed. After a minute she found a classical station that was playing a piano trio. "How's this?"
"Haydn—perfect."
Ned was curmudgeonly6 about popular culture. It was part of his egghead act, like not knowing how to drive. Miranda did not mind: she, too, disliked pop music, soap operas, and cheap reproductions of famous paintings. But she liked carols.
She was fond of Ned's idiosyncrasies, but her conversation with Olga in the coffee bar nagged7 at her. Was Ned weak? She sometimes wished he were more assertive8. Her husband, Jasper, had been too much so. But she sometimes hankered after the kind of sex she had had with Jasper. He had been selfish in bed, taking her roughly, thinking only of his own pleasure—and Miranda, to her shame, had felt liberated9, and enjoyed it. The thrill had worn off, eventually, when she got fed up with his being selfish and inconsiderate about everything else. All the same, she wished Ned could be like that just sometimes.
Her thoughts turned to Kit10. She was desperately11 disappointed that he had canceled. She had worked so hard to persuade him to join the family for Christmas. At first he had refused, then he had relented, so she could hardly be surprised that he had changed his mind again. All the same, it was a painful blow, for she badly wanted them all to be together, as they had been most Christmases before Mamma died. The rift12 between Daddy and Kit scared her. Coming so soon after Mamma's death, it made the family seem dangerously fragile. And if the family was vulnerable, what could she be sure of?
She turned into a street of old stone-built workers' cottages and pulled up outside a larger house that might have been occupied by an overseer. Ned had lived here with Jennifer until they split up two years ago. Before that they had modernized13 the place at great expense, and the payments still burdened Ned. Every time Miranda drove past this street, she felt angry about the amount of money Ned was paying Jennifer.
Miranda engaged the hand brake, but left the engine running. She and Tom stayed in the car while Ned walked up the path to the house. Miranda never went inside. Although Ned had left the marital14 home before he met Miranda, Jennifer was as hostile as if Miranda had been responsible for the breakup. She avoided meeting her, spoke15 curtly16 to her on the phone, and—according to the indiscreet Sophie—referred to her as "that fat tart17" when speaking to her women friends. Jennifer herself was as thin as a bird, with a nose like a beak18.
The door was opened by Sophie, a fourteen-year-old in jeans and a skimpy sweater. Ned kissed her and went inside.
The car radio played one of Dvorak's Hungarian dances. In the backseat, Tom's Game Boy beeped irregularly. Snow blew around the car in flurries. Miranda turned the heater higher. Ned came out of the house, looking annoyed.
He came to Miranda's window. "Jennifer's out," he said. "Sophie hasn't even begun to get ready. Will you come in and help her pack?"
"Oh, Ned, I don't think I should," Miranda said unhappily. She felt uncomfortable about going inside when Jennifer was not there.
Ned looked panicked. "To tell you the truth, I'm not sure what a girl needs."
Miranda could believe that. Ned found it a challenge to pack a case for himself. He had never done it while he was with Jennifer. When he and Miranda were about to take their first holiday together—a trip to the museums of Florence—she had refused, on principle, to do it for him, and he had been forced to learn. However, on subsequent trips—a weekend in London, four days in Vienna—she had checked his luggage, and each time found that he had forgotten something important. To pack for someone else was beyond him.
She sighed and killed the engine. "Tom, you'll have to come, too."
The house was attractively decorated, Miranda thought as she stepped into the hall. Jennifer had a good eye. She had combined plain rustic19 furniture with colorful fabrics20 in the way an overseer's house-proud wife might have done a hundred years ago. There were Christmas cards on the mantelpiece, but no tree.
It seemed strange to think that Ned had lived here. He had come home every evening to this house, just as now he came home to Miranda's flat. He had listened to the news on the radio, sat down to dinner, read Russian novels, brushed his teeth automatically, and gone unthinkingly to bed to hold a different woman in his arms.
Sophie was in the living room, lying on a couch in front of the television. She had a pierced navel with a cheap jewel in it. Miranda smelled cigarette smoke. Ned said, "Now, Sophie, Miranda's going to help you get ready, okay, poppet?" There was a pleading note in his voice that made Miranda wince21.
"I'm watching a film," Sophie said sulkily.
Miranda knew that Sophie would respond to firmness, not supplication22. She picked up the remote control and turned the television off. "Show me your bedroom, please, Sophie," she said briskly.
Sophie looked rebellious23.
"Hurry up, we're short of time."
Sophie stood up reluctantly and walked slowly from the room. Miranda followed her upstairs to a messy bedroom decorated with posters of boys with peculiar24 haircuts and ludicrously baggy25 jeans.
"We'll be at Steepfall for five days, so you need ten pairs of knickers, for a start."
"I haven't got ten."
Miranda did not believe her, but she said, "Then we'll take what you've got, and you can do laundry."
Sophie stood in the middle of the room, a mutinous26 expression on her pretty face.
"Come on," Miranda said. "I'm not going to be your maid. Get some knickers out." She stared at the girl.
Sophie was not able to stare her out. She dropped her eyes, turned away, and opened the top drawer of a chest. It was full of underwear.
"Pack five bras," Miranda said.
Sophie began taking items out.
Crisis over, Miranda thought. She opened the door of a closet. "You'll need a couple of frocks for the evenings." She took out a red dress with spaghetti straps27, much too sexy for a fourteen-year-old. "This is nice," she lied.
Sophie thawed28 a little. "It's new."
"We should wrap it so that it doesn't crease29. Where do you keep tissue paper?"
"In the kitchen drawer, I think."
"I'll fetch it. You find a couple of clean pairs of jeans."
Miranda went downstairs, feeling that she was beginning to establish the right balance of friendliness30 and authority with Sophie. Ned and Tom were in the living room, watching TV. Miranda entered the kitchen and called out: "Ned, do you know where tissue paper is kept?"
"I'm sorry, I don't."
"Stupid question," Miranda muttered, and she began opening drawers.
She eventually found some at the back of a cupboard of sewing materials. She had to kneel on the tiled floor to pull the packet from under a box of ribbons. It was an effort to reach into the cupboard, and she felt herself flush. This is ridiculous, she thought. I'm only thirty-five, I should be able to bend without effort. I must lose ten pounds. No roast potatoes with the Christmas turkey.
As she took the packet of tissue paper from the cupboard, she heard the back door of the house open, then a woman's footsteps. She looked up to see Jennifer.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Jennifer said. She was a small woman, but managed to look formidable, with her high forehead and arched nose. She was smartly dressed in a tailored coat and high-heeled boots.
Miranda got to her feet, panting slightly. To her mortification31, she felt perspiration32 break out on her throat. "I was looking for tissue paper." "I can see that. I want to know why you're in my house at all." Ned appeared in the doorway33. "Hello, Jenny, I didn't hear you come in."
"Obviously I didn't give you time to sound the alarm," she said sarcastically34.
"Sorry," he said, "but I asked Miranda to come in and—" "Well, don't!" Jennifer interrupted. "I don't want your women here." She made it sound as if Ned had a harem. In fact he had dated only two women since Jennifer. The first he had seen only once, and the second was Miranda. But it seemed childishly quarrelsome to point that out. Instead, Miranda said, "I was just trying to help Sophie." "I'll take care of Sophie. Please leave my house." Ned said, "I'm sorry if we startled you, Jenny, but—" "Don't bother to apologize, just get her out of here." Miranda blushed hotly. No one had ever been so rude to her. "I'd better leave," she said.
"That's right," Jennifer said. Ned said, "I'll bring Sophie out as soon as I can." Miranda was as angry with Ned as with Jennifer, though for the moment she was not sure why. She turned toward the hall.
"You can use the back door," Jennifer said.
To her shame, Miranda hesitated. She looked at Jennifer and saw on her face the hint of a smirk35. That gave Miranda an ounce of courage. "I don't think so," she said quietly. She went to the front door.
"Tom, come with me," she called.
"Just a minute," he shouted back.
She stepped into the living room. Tom was watching TV. She grabbed his wrist, hauled him to his feet, and dragged him out of the house.
"That hurts!" he protested.
She slammed the front door. "Next time, come when I call."
She felt like crying as she got into the car. Now she had to sit waiting, like a servant, while Ned was in the house with his ex-wife. Had Jennifer actually planned this whole drama as a way of humiliating Miranda? It was possible. Ned had been hopeless. She knew now why she was so cross with him. He had let Jennifer insult her without a word of protest. He just kept apologizing. And for what? If Jennifer had packed a case for her daughter, or even got the girl to do it herself, Miranda would not have had to enter the house. And then, worst of all, Miranda had taken out her anger on her son. She should have shouted at Jennifer, not Tom.
She looked at him in the driving mirror. "Tommy, I'm sorry I hurt your wrist," she said.
"It's okay," he said without looking up from his Game Boy. "I'm sorry I didn't come when you called."
"All forgiven, then," she said. A tear rolled down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it away.
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