The Older Man (12 page)

“Mummy always did,” Toby told her. “I know where the number is.”

The friend turned out to be a lively little boy, and as it was raining she couldn’t turn the two of them outdoors. The children’s room was soon transformed into the flight deck of a space ship, the beds pushed together and piled with an assortment of cushions, stools and upended boxes from which the toys had been emptied onto the floor. Ellen showed her displeasure by howling loudly when an accidental shove sent her sprawling on the carpet, and complaining indignantly to Rennie that the boys wouldn’t let her join in their game.

Rennie offered stories, and Ellen sat a row of dolls and stuffed toys along the sofa to listen in. When she got bored with books, Rennie fetched the crayons and showed her how to make a paper bag monster mask with large pointed teeth and red-rimmed eyes. Ellen donned it and demanded Rennie’s help to make a ‘den’ in the lounge, pulling the sofa cushions off to make walls, and draping a blanket over the whole. After a while, tired of frightening the dolls and toys, she trotted off to frighten the boys, her little hands clawed and her voice raised in a high-pitched attempt at a roar.

Enchanted, both of them demanded the wherewithal for masks of their own. Then Ellen insisted on making one for Rennie, too. Determinedly fighting off the boys’ advice and attempts to help, she completed another mask in shades of violent purple and yellow. Rennie obligingly donned it, and the three children backed off with squeals of mock terror. Snarling convincingly, Rennie followed, pursuing them all over the house.

After a while she allowed them to turn the tables, confining her to Ellen’s den in the lounge.

“You’re a naughty monster!” Ellen shouted at the top of her voice while the two boys patrolled in front of the sofa on all fours, looking as fearsome as they could. “You stay there now and be quiet!”

Rennie poked her masked head out from under the blanket with a couple of indignant snarls. Ellen backed away, shrieking, while the two boys increased the volume of their menacing roars and rushed towards her. Rennie reared up and gave an impressive howl, just as Grant appeared in the doorway.

“What the hell is going on?” His voice cut through the racket like a cold knife.

For an instant Rennie was glad of the mask, because it hid the sudden flush on her cheeks. She scrambled to her feet, pulling the paper bag off and pushing her tumbled hair away from her face. The two boys stood suddenly quiet, side by side. And Ellen hurled herself at her father, shouting, “I’m a monster, and I’m going to eat you up!”

Grant’s eyes left Rennie’s and lighted on his daughter, rushing towards him and clawing at his trouser leg. “Is that so?” he said calmly.

“Yes!” Ellen cried, and sank her teeth into his thigh.

“Ow!” Grant grabbed at her shoulders, pushing her away. “You little — “

Rennie said sharply, “Don’t!”

” — monster,” Grant finished, getting down on his haunches to confront his daughter. “That hurt, Ellen!”

“Sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean it.”

She put her arms out, and he hugged her. “I know sweetheart, you were just playing.” He straightened, looking at Rennie. “Got a bit carried away, did you?”

“We didn’t expect you until — ” Rennie said.

He raised his brows, and she looked at her watch. “Oh, I didn’t realise — I’ve done nothing about dinner.”

“Having too much fun?” he enquired in a silky tone. He ran a glance over her, a deliberate reminder that only last night she had asked him to remember she wasn’t four years old.

The doorbell rang, and Rennie said, “That’ll be Timmy’s Mum.”

Grant let her in, and Rennie gave the woman a brief greeting, accepted her and Timmy’s polite thanks and fled to the kitchen as Grant saw them out.

“I’m sorry,” she said when he came into the room while she was hastily pouring rice into boiling water. “I’ll have something ready soon.”

“No hurry. Toby’s hungry, he tells me, but I suggested they tidy up the place before eating. It’ll take a while, I should say,” he added dryly.

Remembering that he’d expressed a preference for not living in a pigsty, she flushed again. “I know it looks messy, but there’s no dirt and no damage.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” he argued, and as she turned with indignant trepidation, wondering what had got broken, he ruefully rubbed at his thigh. “My daughter has razor sharp teeth.”

“She got a bit over-excited,” Rennie admitted. “I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t bite me,” he pointed out. “You don’t need to keep apologising, Rennie.”

She turned away from him to take some meat from the freezer compartment of the refrigerator. Do you like Chinese?” she asked distractedly.

“What?”

“Do you like Chinese food?” she asked. “Not the real thing, but you know, rice and pan fried. It’s healthy.” She was sure Jean had always planned the evening meal in the morning and had it perfectly cooked on the table at the same time every evening. She put the meat into the microwave oven to thaw and looked about for the cutting board, then remembered that Ellen had used it for her play dough.

“That’s fine,” Grant said. “Anything. What’s the matter, Rennie?”

Crossly, she said, “Nothing. If you’d just get out of the kitchen and leave me alone I could get this meal cooked!”

There was a small silence, while she realised what she’d said, and looked up to see an oddly rigid expression on his face. “I’m sorry!” she gulped. “It’s your house and I had no right to — “

He walked over to her, took her by the shoulders and gave her a gentle little shake. “Rennie, do stop apologising! Is this all because you’re a bit late getting a meal ready? It’s not like you to be flustered over a little thing like that!”

“You’re not annoyed?”

“No! What is it about me,” he asked somewhat plaintively, “that makes all of you imagine I’m some kind of ogre?”

“We don’t!” she assured him, forgetting to be annoyed at being lumped in again with the children. “Only I know you hate to live in a mess, you told me, and I thought it would be cleared up by the time you got home, and I should have started cooking sooner, but — “

“Rennie, stop!” He reinforced the command with a sudden quick kiss on her mouth that stopped her in mid-sentence, her lips parted in surprise.

“It’s all right,” he said. “It was all good clean fun, the kids were obviously having a whale of a time and so were you. It was just a bit of a shock at first to walk in to Ellen screaming in apparent terror, amid some fairly sinister animal sounds. I didn’t know at first what was happening.”

“Oh, Grant!” She put her hands on his chest, slid them up to his shoulders. “I didn’t realise!”

She felt his hands tighten, and tilted her head, her eyes questioning. “Grant?” she breathed, and with a little beat of gladness in her heart, moved closer to him, hooking her hands about his neck, lifting her face.

But he suddenly pushed her away, so that she came jarringly up against the counter. His face had closed. “I told you,” he said, “it’s okay. It only took five seconds to figure out it was all a game, albeit a fairly bloodthirsty one.” He moved away from her, not looking at her any more. “I hope the kids won’t have nightmares tonight.”

Rennie clutched t the counter behind her, sick with disappointment. “I’m sure they won’t. It’s good for them to be a bit rowdy now and then.”

“I’m not arguing with that,” he said. “I think you’re doing a great job with Toby and Ellen. Actually, I came to see if I could help. But if you really want me to get out — ” He raised his brows, a glimmer of a smile on his mouth.

She didn’t. She wanted him to come back and take her in his arms again, but she knew he wouldn’t. For a minute there he had been sorely tempted, and the knowledge made her heart sing. But he didn’t want that kind of involvement with her, she knew, for all sorts of reasons, not the least of which was that he thought her too young.

She remembered him telling her that Jean had always made him feel incompetent in the house, and said casually, “Thanks. You can wash some broccoli and carrots and slice them, if you like.” And resolved that no matter how badly he did it, she wouldn’t criticise.

He didn’t actually do it badly at all, but quite competently and quickly. When he had finished she had the hot oil ready and was tossing meat strips into it.

“Over here,” she said, stirring the meat and gently shaking the pan.

He came to stand by her, and tipped the vegetables deftly in, his shoulder brushing hers before he moved away. Rennie didn’t look up, merely reaching over the stove to turn down the heat a little. She wondered if he was tingling all over the way she was. And was certain that if so he wasn’t going to do anything about it.

He had himself well in hand now. Best not to rush things. But time, she thought happily as she hummed a tune gently and stirred a little soy sauce into the sizzling vegetables, was on her side. Time and propinquity, and Grant’s own feelings which he was so determined not to give in to.

Toby came in to report indignantly that Ellen wasn’t helping, and Grant went off to remonstrate. When he returned Rennie had the dinner ready to dish up and was setting the table in the dining room.

“I’m impressed,” he said. “It smells delicious.”

It tasted just as good, he told her when they had eaten. Ellen was inclined to be suspicious of the rice, but Toby ate his stoically and asked for more, and after that requested pudding. “We tidied everything up,” he reminded her righteously. “And I’m very hungry!”

Having been informed several times that Mummy didn’t believe puddings were good for growing children except on special occasions, preferring them to have fresh fruit instead, Rennie glanced at Grant for guidance.

He shrugged. “I’m quite partial to a bit of pudding myself,” he said, “but Rennie hasn’t had time to prepare any tonight.”

Toby’s face fell. Rennie said quickly, “There’s a tin of peaches and some custard powder in the pantry. We could have that.”

“Yes,” Toby said unequivocally. Rennie smiled and got up to fetch it. She hoped that Jean wouldn’t have disapproved too strongly.

Determined that in spite of his reassurances there would be no repetition of the chaotic scene into which Grant had walked the previous evening, the next day Rennie began planning dinner straight after breakfast. Inspecting the depleted stock of meat in the freezer, she decided on casseroled beef olives with cauliflower au gratin and creamed potatoes.

The beef didn’t thaw as quickly as she hoped, and Ellen had woken from her nap before she could separate the slices and spread seasoning on them. Having Ellen’s enthusiastic help meant that some of the rolled up ‘olives’ were a little odd in shape, but the casserole went into the oven with plenty of time to simmer nicely until dinner. Recklessly, Rennie decided to make a proper pudding, and found the ingredients for a sweet with eggs, milk and rice flavoured with golden syrup. Even Jean, she thought, wouldn’t have objected to all that protein. And the little bit of syrup couldn’t hurt.

Toby was home from school in time to help beat the eggs and grind some nutmeg to sprinkle on top of the pudding. He wanted to play space ships again, prepared stoically to accept Ellen substituting for his friend Timmy, but Rennie tried to dissuade him. “Wouldn’t you rather play outside?” she suggested.

“No.” Toby stared at her.

She wanted to tidy up the house — and herself — before Grant came home. “Maybe you could make a space ship out under the tree?” she coaxed hopefully. There was one tree in the yard, a twisted willow, not shaped for climbing or swings, but a tree nevertheless.

“How?” Toby asked.

“Well — “

In the end she accompanied him out to the garage and helped to find some cardboard boxes, a disused rubbish bin and assorted metal objects. A kitchen stool was added to the structure for the pilot’s seat, and then a chair for Ellen as the co-pilot.

Rennie returned to the kitchen, and an ominous smell. The rice pudding had run over the top of its dish and was spreading over the oven floor.

From then on it was all downhill. She tried ineffectually to wipe the oven and burnt her hand in the process. The syrup made the spill sticky. The kitchen rapidly filled with smoke and the heavy, rich aroma of burned sugar.

Rennie opened the door to let some of it out, and a few minutes later the children came racing inside, heedless of the mud on their shoes leaving grubby marks all the way from the back door to their bedroom.

Busy trying to scrape some of the burnt pudding off the oven with an egg-slice, Rennie didn’t notice that when they went out again they were carrying the pillows from their ()beds. Judging from their voices and laughter, they were having a good time. When she looked out and saw them having a pillow fight, she let it go. Probably they shouldn’t have their pillows outside, but they were enjoying themselves.

It wasn’t until they had brought them back in that she realised the rough-housing had burst one of the pillows, and added to the mud already trekked in was a trail of tiny foam chips.

And then it rained.

When Grant came in the space-ship was a disintegrating heap of cardboard boxes, the house smelled lingeringly of smoke, and he nearly tripped on the vacuum cleaner in the hallway, where Rennie had abandoned it to check on the casserole before remembering that she had not yet peeled the potatoes.

Toby and Ellen were in the bath, playing whales and covering floor and walls with spouts of water. Grant peeped in and retreated, not willing to suffer the same fate himself. He found Rennie in the kitchen, mournfully surveying a casserole dish she had evidently just taken from the oven. In the bottom of the dish several odd-looking darkly browned objects reposed on a thick bed of something he couldn’t identify. A stool was standing for some reason in the middle of the floor, and as he moved it he noted that it was wet, as was the chair which stood just inside the back door.

Rennie was wet, too, her bright hair dishevelled and beaded with raindrops, the shoulders of her shirt dark with damp.

She looked up at him and said, as though the ultimate disaster had befallen, “Oh, no!”

Grant’s brows rose. “Not exactly flattering, Rennie. Shall I go out and come in again — or just go out and not come in at all?”