Jilted (8 page)

‘That’s one word for it,’ Ellie snorted. Suffocating and narrow-minded were others.

‘You obviously don’t miss it.’

‘Actually, I didn’t mind it,’ Ellie said, surprising herself. She’d forgotten. She’d let the horror of her drastic departure overshadow the fact that her years here were the best ones of her life. Busy years, with never a moment’s peace. There was always something going on in the town – whether it be a football game, a quiz night, someone’s party, a fundraiser for the Hospital Auxiliary. It was impossible
to be idle, and there was something about the way country people pulled together in an emergency that couldn’t help but warm your heart. She’d loved being part of that, even if now, looking back, she wondered if she’d merely imagined the act of fitting in.

‘I could never go back,’ Joyce mused. ‘Not to all those bright lights, crazy streets and people too busy to smile at a stranger.’

Ellie could tell from the affection in Joyce’s voice that Hope and its people had worked their magic on her. Joyce had fallen in love and the only way she’d ever leave was if they carried her out in a box.

As they found a car space outside the Co-op, Ellie fought the desire to bite her nails. People were already turning in her direction. Heads were shaking. Lips were twisting downwards.

‘You know, Joyce,’ Ellie said, ‘perhaps it’d be better if you distanced yourself from me inside. I don’t want my unpopularity to affect your business.’

‘Don’t be silly, girl. Most of my business comes from out-of-towners. Besides, if people are that narrow-minded, I don’t want their friendship or their custom. Give this town a bit of credit. Granted, we have a few silly biddies, but once they’ve had their moment, you’ll be old news. Come on, let’s get that moment over with.’

Ellie couldn’t deny that she felt better with Joyce by her side. As she locked the car – a somewhat unnecessary precaution in the country – Joyce came around to the driver’s side and took her arm.

‘Just hold your head high and smile,’ she instructed, and they ventured into the building.

Ellie was used to being the point of focus whenever she went out and about. In Sydney, even though most people didn’t go stupid over celebrities, she was always recognised. She didn’t mind the attention – she liked talking to fans, and was more than happy to
give her autograph when requested. Not that she’d be getting any such requests around here.

The moment they stepped through the automatic doors, Ellie felt the chill of the frozen foods section against her cheeks, reminding her of the reception she was expecting. Her gaze moved to the checkout where she’d once worked after school and on Saturday mornings. There was a queue – two trolleys equalled a mad rush in Hope. The customers met Ellie’s eyes and then quickly looked away. She recognised the operator as a girl she’d gone to school with. They’d been quite friendly in the past but now she wasn’t even giving Ellie the chance to toss that smile Joyce had recommended. The woman made sure her eyes didn’t come near Ellie’s.

Straightening her shoulders and jutting her chin forward, Ellie grabbed a trolley and glanced at Joyce. ‘Let’s do this.’ The quicker the better, she thought.

In response, Joyce smiled encouragingly and held up their shopping list. As they traversed the aisles, customers stared and were more than generous with reproachful glares. One woman even tsked. Halfway round, Ellie decided she could either let them upset her or she could …

‘Hi.’ She offered a woman in aisle three a huge grin. ‘Emma, isn’t it? We went to school together.’

Emma, who had divine, jet-black hair in a catwalk bob, blinked and looked as if she’d swallowed a lemon whole. Ellie’s heart stopped mid-beat as she waited for a response.

‘I’m surprised you remember,’ Emma said eventually. ‘Welcome back.’ Her welcome couldn’t be described as warm, and there weren’t any polite comments about catching up, but she hadn’t spat in her face either. Ellie put that down as a win.

As Emma walked briskly away, Ellie gave Joyce two thumbs up. They raided items from the shelves and soon filled their trolley. Ellie smiled at a couple of customers she didn’t recognise and
even stopped to talk to one of her old teachers while Joyce read the labels on different baked bean tins. The teacher – Mrs Ellery, who taught English and Drama – had aged about twenty years in the last ten but she could still talk for Olympic gold. She chewed Ellie’s ear off for what seemed an hour, pride shining through as she acknowledged one of her prodigies had made it big. It was funny, Drama had never been Ellie’s favourite or best subject – not that Mrs Ellery remembered it that way. Her break was, if anything, accidental.

When she’d arrived in Sydney, Ellie had started waitressing at a trendy, inner-city bar. Located next to a mainstream television production company, it had been the hangout of some top-notch producers. Out of the blue one night, one of them asked if she’d like to be an extra in a location episode he was shooting. Hungry for extra cash and happy she’d only be a shadow in the background, she agreed.

Pretty soon Ellie became a regular extra on
Lake Street
and, as the saying goes, one thing led to another. She was introduced as the long-lost daughter of a much-loved older character, and as the audience adored her, before too long she was a permanent resident on Australia’s favourite street.

But if you’d asked her at seventeen what she’d wanted to be, actress would never have crossed her mind.

‘We’re reviving the theatrical society,’ Mrs Ellery said. She caught the first breath Ellie had heard her take in about five minutes and then added, ‘You should come along. We could do with your wisdom.’

‘Oh no, I couldn’t.’ It was all Ellie could do to stop breaking into nervous hysterics at the thought. Venturing out to buy groceries was one thing, but she could just imagine her reception if she tried to wheedle her way into the group. ‘I’m not here for long, and there are a couple of things I want to do in that time.’ Painting Mat’s
gutters and awnings was a much safer bet than what Mrs Ellery had in mind.

‘Think about it, dear.’ Then, with a pat on Ellie’s forearm, Mrs Ellery doddered off down the aisle pulling her tapestry trolley behind her.

Ellie did think about it, her thoughts distracting her as she and Joyce finished the shopping. She barely noticed the cold looks and people turning the other way when they saw her coming down the aisle. The town’s last production –
Mary Poppins –
had been the year before she’d skipped town. In the middle of winter, it had been the highlight of the cold season. She hadn’t been involved, but Matilda had directed and Ellie had often hung around watching rehearsals. The atmosphere whenever the cast and crew got together had been exhilarating.

‘Think that’s us done now,’ said Joyce, interrupting Ellie’s memory. ‘Unless there’s anything else you can think of.’

‘No.’ Ellie stared ahead at the checkout, trying to remember the name of the girl behind the counter. She knew if she acted friendly and not like the snob they all took her for, she’d stand a better chance of not being stoned. That started with addressing people by their names.

As she stopped the trolley at the front of the store, however, her gaze drifted to the newspapers on a stand next to the checkouts. Across the front page of
The West Australian
was her face, large and flushed against the pale cement of the service station floor. The headline: STELLA’S SOAP OPERA PAST IN RURAL WA. Flynn’s scowling – but still terribly sexy – face was inset at the bottom of the page.

Her heart plummeted at the publicity she neither needed nor wanted. Ten years ago, when she was first starting to make a name for herself, one particular hound of a journalist had almost uncovered the whole story. Luckily a well-known cricket personality had
indulged in an affair with a newsreader about the same time, and the story of Ellie and Flynn and their non-wedding had died a quick death.

Her mobile began to shrill from her handbag, the unmistakable tone of Lady Gaga interrupting her thoughts. She ripped the zip open and snatched the phone. Not at all surprised to see the caller was her agent, Dwayne Wright, she pressed reject and shoved it back inside. There wasn’t time to deal with Dwayne’s fury right now – she had about five hundred newspapers to buy.

‘I’ll take the lot,’ she told the woman behind the checkout, gesturing to the newspapers. ‘And if you’ve got any out the back, I’ll take them too.’ Dammit, her name was Simone, she remembered a moment too late.

‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ Simone scoffed, making a derogatory sound between her teeth. ‘I can’t sell you
all
the newspapers.’

‘Why not?’ Ellie’s heart tripped over itself. ‘My money’s as good as anyone’s.’

Not deeming her comment worthy of a reply, Simone leaned forward and spoke into the PA. ‘Gavin, can you please come to the checkout? Gavin.’

‘Who’s Gavin?’ Ellie hissed to Joyce.

‘The manager,’ Joyce whispered back.

Ah good, thought Ellie, surely he won’t turn down legitimate sales. But of course she was wrong. The manager, whom she recognised as a distant relative of Flynn’s mother, wasn’t even sure he wanted to let her buy one newspaper.

‘I don’t want you causing havoc in my shop,’ he announced, his pudgy arms folded over an impressive beer gut. ‘Perhaps you should just leave.’

To hell with being polite, Ellie had just about had it up to here with some of the people in this silly, back-of-beyond town. She thrust her finger at the sign that hung across the entrance. ‘Last
time I checked, this was a
co-operative.’
She dragged the last word out, showing exactly what she thought of him. ‘And as I recall, co-operative means owned by the community, whereas you are
just
its manager. So I’m buying the damn food in this trolley and I’ll buy as many newspapers as I want.’

Upset and sweating, Ellie leaned forward and wrapped her arms around the thick pile of papers. She yanked them up and dropped them on the checkout, narrowly missing Simone’s fingers. Her sunglasses tumbled off the top of her head and the newspapers fell off either side of the ancient conveyer belt making a mess on the floor.

‘I’ll pick them up,’ said Joyce, her voice taking on a warning tone. ‘You go wait in the car.’

At Joyce’s words Ellie cringed. She looked at the faces now glaring at her from all over the store. She’d totally lost it, confirming what most of the town probably thought – that she was some up-herself celebrity who thought money could buy everything. Truth was, all she wanted was the chance to prove them wrong. That she wasn’t the evil Jezebel they’d pegged her as. What happened to being human? What happened to everyone making mistakes?

Her eyes brimmed with tears she didn’t want to shed in public. Years on the small screen had made her very good at being able to turn the waterworks on when she didn’t really feel like it, and an expert at switching them off when in the public eye. But right now, she was losing the battle.

Opting to accept Joyce’s out, she stooped to pick up her sunglasses, almost poking herself in the eye in an effort to put them back on. She left the store, walking briskly and failing dismally to hold her head high.

Chapter Six

As Flynn made his way out of the sheep yards, where he’d been tidying feet ready for the big ram sale, he saw Lucy running towards him from the homestead. She was shouting something, her arms waving crazily over her head as she did so. He started in her direction.

‘What’s up, little sis?’

Despite almost losing it on the weekend and running into Ellie, he’d woken up in a good mood, optimistic about inhabiting the same town as her. The initial meeting was over and, he had to say, it had been less traumatic than he’d anticipated. He’d handled it a lot better than she had, that’s for sure. Probably because, when push came to shove, she was the one with something to feel guilty about. If she hadn’t loved him enough to settle down with him, she should have been woman enough to say so to his face.

As the gap closed between the siblings, Flynn noticed his mobile in Lucy’s hand. Instinctively, he padded his pocket where the phone
usually lived. ‘Careful with that,’ he said, reaching for it when Lucy approached.

‘I wasn’t the one who left it on the kitchen table where it’s been ringing incessantly and almost vibrating off the edge.’ She puffed a little to catch her breath. ‘The house phone’s been going crazy since the crack of dawn too.’

Flynn frowned and glanced at the screen. Twenty-two missed calls. That had to be a record.

‘
Women’s Weekly
has rung,
TV Week, The Australian
and even
Sunrise.’
Excitement bounced off every word. ‘Kochie and Mel want to interview you. And Stacey says you’re on the front page of
The West
. You’re famous.’ Two words he didn’t want to hear. Especially not for the reasons he guessed. Why else would the journos come sniffing around?

‘Shouldn’t you be at school?’

‘School holidays,’ Lucy said with a grin.

He sighed as the phone buzzed again. ‘No point prolonging the inevitable.’ He answered. ‘Good morning, Flynn Quartermaine.’

‘And a very good morning to you too, Flynn,’ sang a woman’s voice. ‘How does it feel to have your first love back in town?’

He gritted his teeth. The audacity of the woman not even bothering to introduce herself, hoping he’d spill some juicy news before realising she wasn’t an old friend. Yeah right.

‘If you’re referring to Ellie Hughes, that has absolutely nothing to do with me. Please don’t call again.’

‘But Flynn …’

He snapped his phone shut. He didn’t have time for this in the middle of shearing. But he knew someone who did. ‘Lucy, what’s on your agenda for today?’

She pouted. ‘We’re supposed to be studying for mock exams, but I need to practise my audition for the play. Casting is tomorrow arvo. Only I’ve rehearsed so many times, I have no idea whether
I’m getting worse or better.’ Her eyes lit up a moment. ‘Wanna watch?’

‘Yes,’ he smiled, feeling as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. ‘If you screen my calls today, I’ll help you practise this evening. Deal?’