The Good Sister(65)

I’m not thinking clearly, obviously. I have no explanation for the fact that I’m visibly pregnant. At the same time, I simply can’t be this near him and not go to him. It is a physical impossibility. For now, I put Mum’s death away in the back of my mind, to think about later. Wally and Mum all together is simply too much for me.

I practically run to the reception area. Carmel is at my heels. As Wally comes into view – wearing his suit again – I am so overcome that I can’t even manage a smile.

Neither can he. His eyes are fixed on my belly. ‘So it’s true,’ he says. ‘You’re pregnant.’

‘How did you know?’

‘Rose told me.’

‘What?’ I decide I must have misheard. ‘Rose told you I was pregnant?’

He nods.

‘But when did you see Rose?’

Wally’s face gets a funny look to it then, like he is sucking the inside of his cheeks. I’m not sure if he’s confused or upset or even . . . angry. ‘Rose has visited me quite a few times over these past few months, Fern.’

Now I’m certain I’ve misheard.

‘She phoned me several months ago – she wanted to see me to talk about you, she said. She came to my office.’

It doesn’t make sense. Rose has spent these past few months telling me not to contact Wally. She couldn’t have contacted Wally herself.

‘She’s been back several times since,’ he says.

‘To talk about me? Why?’

‘Good question, since she’s barely mentioned you – not that first day or any other time.’

I struggle to take it in. ‘Well . . . what did she want then?’

He shrugs. ‘First, she wanted to have coffee. Then she suggested lunch. Each time I agreed because I wanted to know how you were doing. But she never told me much about you, other than that you were happy with your new boyfriend. Then . . . yesterday, she told me you were pregnant.’

I don’t understand. Why would Rose say that after making me promise I wouldn’t tell him?

‘She said she’s been on the fence about whether to say anything, because you’d made her swear to keep it a secret. But now that you’re in financial trouble, she said she had to reach out.’

I open my eyes. Financial trouble?

My head is spinning. Wally watches me closely, his eyes on my face, as if he’d expected my surprise. But I still don’t understand. It feels like everyone is in on a secret, except me.

‘Wally, I’m not in financial trouble.’

‘Rose said you’d say that. She said you’re too proud to admit it.’

‘Well, I’m not.’

He takes a few deep breaths. ‘How far along are you?’

‘Nearly eight months.’ It’s a miracle that I’m able to fudge the date, given the amount of noise in my head. Wally is here, standing right in front of me. It feels like a dream.

He sneaks a look at me. ‘And . . . you and . . . the new guy . . . are okay?’

I almost say, ‘What new guy?’ Then I remember. He’s talking about the father. The fictional father of my baby.

I manage a nod. But I’m thinking of that phone conversation Rose and I had, after she found out Wally had founded Shout! I remember the excitement in her voice. A hundred million dollars, she’d said.

‘I’m sorry.’ Wally reaches out and touches my shoulder. ‘I’ve upset you.’

‘I’m just confused. I don’t know why Rose came to you.’

‘She came to me,’ he says, ‘because she knows I care about you. She knows that I’d give you the money in a heartbeat if you needed it.’ Wally clears his throat. ‘And she used that information to try and get money for herself, Fern, not for you.’

I shake my head. ‘No. That can’t be right.’

‘Look, Fern, I know you’ve met someone else. But Rose is right, I do still care about you. And as someone who cares about you, I feel a responsibility to tell you that I think something is very wrong with your sister.’ He looks at me intensely. ‘Very, very wrong.’

I shake my head. I don’t want to believe it, but deep down I have a horrible feeling that he is right.





I think something is very wrong with your sister.

An hour after Wally leaves the library, I’m still ruminating on that. Is he right? And if he is, why am I the last to know about it? Is it one of those things I don’t notice? Like people communicating with their facial expressions? Is it possible that, because of the way I see things, I’ve been missing an entire side of Rose? I think, suddenly, of Mum. She’d always worried so much about Rose. Was that because something was wrong with her?

I slide my phone out of my pocket and stare at it for a moment, thinking. After hearing about Rose contacting Wally – asking him for money – I’m questioning everything. Finally, I redial the number for Sun Meadows. The same receptionist answers and I ask to speak to Onnab.

‘Hello again, Fern,’ Onnab says. ‘Is there something else I can help you with?’

‘Yes. I’d like to know who the last person was to see Mum alive.’

A pause. ‘Well, let’s see . . . it would have been whichever nurse was on night duty. I can check the schedule. She would have checked on everyone during night rounds.’