Then She Was Gone(53)

Poppy has a pecan and maple twist. Laurel has a granola bar. They share a pot of tea. Laurel glances at Poppy nervously. She’s aware that she’s horribly overstepping the boundaries of her relationship with Floyd by asking his daughter to collude with her behind his back like this, but her need to answer questions outweighs her sense of loyalty to Floyd.

‘Have you ever been here before?’ Laurel opens.

Poppy looks around her over the rim of her oversized teacup. ‘Don’t think so.’

‘You know’, Laurel says cautiously, ‘you used to live on that street?’ She points over her shoulder.

‘Did I?’

‘Yes. With your mum.’

Poppy glances up at her. ‘How do you know?’

Laurel smiles tentatively. ‘It’s a very long story. How’s your pastry?’

‘It’s totally fantastic,’ Poppy says. ‘Want to try some?’

‘Yeah,’ says Laurel, ‘why not. Thank you.’ She accepts the piece that Poppy tears off and passes her. ‘You know,’ she continues carefully, ‘I went in there the other day.’ She nods in the direction of Noelle’s house.

‘Where?’

‘To the house where you used to live. To talk to your …’ She drums her fingertips on the underneath of her chin and pretends to think hard. ‘… well, I suppose he’s your cousin.’

‘My cousin? I don’t have any cousins.’

‘Well, yes, actually, you do. You have tons of them. Most of them live in Ireland.’

‘No they don’t.’ She looks defiantly at Laurel. ‘I promise you, I do not have any cousins.’

‘That’s definitely not true,’ says Laurel. ‘There’s two living in your mum’s house, just there. Joshua and Sam. They’re both really young. Joshua’s at university studying history. He’s lovely. You’d like him.’

Poppy glares at her. ‘Why have you been talking to them?’

‘Oh, just one of those things. One of those great coincidences in life. Because it turns out that …’ Laurel draws in her breath and forces a smile. ‘… I used to know your mum, a long, long time ago. And when your dad told me that she’d disappeared, well, I was a bit curious. So I called her up on her old phone number and this lovely boy answered the phone and he invited me for tea. He doesn’t know where your mum went either. He’s just looking after her house for her until she comes back.’

Poppy shudders. ‘I don’t want her to come back.’

‘No,’ says Laurel. ‘No. I know you don’t. But Joshua said’ – she turns her smile up a few degrees – ‘that there’s another cousin your age. Called Clara. He said she’s really funny and clever. He said you’d like her.’

‘Clara?’ says Poppy, her eyes brightening. ‘She’s my cousin?’

‘Apparently,’ says Laurel. ‘And your mum’s family all agree with you, that your mother was a bit strange. But apparently she had a sister who died when she was little. It sent her a little loopy. But it sounds like the rest of the family are really normal.’

‘Her sister died?’ Poppy repeats pensively. ‘That’s really sad.’

‘I know,’ Laurel replies. ‘It is really sad.’

‘But no excuse for being a horrible mum.’

‘No,’ she agrees. ‘No excuse at all.’

Laurel allows a silence to fall, giving Poppy a chance to absorb it all.

‘What did you say he was called?’

‘Joshua.’

‘That’s a nice name.’

‘Yes. It’s a very nice name.’

Another silence follows. Laurel makes a great pretence of being absorbed by her granola bar while her heart races with nerves about what she’s about to do. ‘I’ve got his number,’ she says after a moment. ‘I could call? See if he’s about? Go and say hello?’

Poppy looks up at her and says, ‘Do you think Dad would mind?’

‘I don’t know,’ she replies. ‘Do you think he’ll mind?’

Poppy shrugs. ‘He might. But then …’ Her face is set with a slightly staged resolve. ‘… I don’t have to tell him, do I? It’s not like he tells me everything he does.’

‘I don’t want to be responsible for you lying to your father, Poppy.’

‘But I wouldn’t be lying, would I? I’ll just tell him we went for tea. And that is true.’

‘Yes. That is true.’

‘And it’s not as if he’ll say and did you do anything else? Is it?’

‘It’s unlikely.’

‘And he might not even be there. My cousin.’

‘No. He might not. But I could give him a call. Just in case. Would you like me to do that?’

Poppy nods, once.

Laurel taps in his number and presses call.

Poppy’s steps slow as they turn on to the front path.

‘Maybe we shouldn’t,’ she says.

‘We don’t have to. It’s fine.’

But before they have a chance to change their minds, the front door is pulled open and Joshua is standing there in a hoodie and jeans, another young man standing just behind in a fluorescent green T-shirt and they’re both saying, ‘Oh my God. Poppy! Poppy! Come in! Come in out the cold. My God, if it isn’t little Poppy!’ and things of that ilk and Poppy turns briefly to Laurel who smiles encouragingly at her and they are both swept into the house on a wave of slightly manic hospitality and delight.