Big Little Lies(31)

“Are you telling the cricket story again?” Madeline returned from Chloe’s bedroom.
“That’s when I fell in love with her,” said Ed. “Truly, madly, deeply. Watching from my bedroom window.”
“I didn’t even know he existed,” said Madeline airily.
“Nope, she didn’t. So we grow up and leave home, and I hear from my mum that Madeline has married some wanker,” said Ed.
“Shhh.” Madeline slapped his arm.
“Then, years later, I go to this barbecue for a friend’s thirtieth birthday. There’s a cricket game in the backyard, and who’s out there batting in her stilettos, all blinged up, exactly the same, but little Madeline from across the road. My heart just about stopped.”
“That’s a very romantic story,” said Jane.
“I nearly didn’t go to that barbecue,” said Ed. Jane saw that his eyes were shiny, even though he must have told this story a hundred times before.
“And I nearly didn’t go either,” said Madeline. “I had to cancel a pedicure, and I would normally never cancel a pedicure.”
They smiled at each other.
Jane looked away. She picked up her mug of tea and took a sip even though it was all gone. The doorbell rang.
“That will be Celeste,” said Madeline.
Great, thought Jane, continuing to pretend-sip her empty mug of tea. Now I’ll be in the presence of both great love and great beauty.
All around her was color: rich, vibrant color. She was the only colorless thing in this whole house.
Miss Barnes: Obviously parents form their own social groups outside of school. The conflict at the trivia night might not necessarily have anything to do with what was going on at Pirriwee Public. I just thought I should point that out.
Thea: Yes, well, Miss Barnes would say that, wouldn’t she?

Chapter 16
16.

What did you think of Jane?” Madeline asked Ed that night in the bathroom as he cleaned his teeth and she used her fingertip to apply an eye-wateringly expensive dab of eye cream to her “fine lines and wrinkles.” (She had a marketing degree, for heaven’s sake. She knew she’d just blown her money buying a jar of hope.) “Ed?”
“I’m cleaning my teeth, give me a moment.” He rinsed his mouth out, spat and tapped his toothbrush on the side of the basin. Tap, tap, tap. Always three definite, decisive taps, as if the toothbrush were a hammer or wrench. Sometimes, if she’d been drinking champagne, she could get weak from laughter just watching Ed tap his toothbrush on the basin.
“Jane looks about twelve years old to me,” said Ed. “Abigail seems older than her. I can’t get my head around her being a fellow parent.” He pointed his toothbrush at her and grinned. “But she’ll be our secret weapon at this year’s trivia night. She’ll know the answers to all the Gen Y questions.”
“I reckon I might know more pop culture stuff than Jane,” said Madeline. “I get the feeling she’s not your typical twenty-four-year-old. She seems almost old-fashioned in some ways, like someone from my mother’s generation.”
She examined her face, sighed and put her jar of hope back on the shelf.
“She can’t be that old-fashioned,” said Ed. “You said she got pregnant after a one-night stand.”
“She went ahead and had the baby,” said Madeline. “That’s sort of old-fashioned.”
“But then she should have left him on the church doorstep,” said Ed. “In a wicked basket.”
“A what?”
“A wicker basket. That’s a word, isn’t it? Wicker?”
“I thought you said a wicked basket.”
“I did. I was covering up my mistake. Hey, what’s with all the gum? She was chewing it all day.”
“I know. It’s like she’s addicted.”
He turned off the bathroom light. They both went to opposite sides of the bed, snapped on their bedside lamps and pulled back the cover in a smooth, practiced, synchronized move that proved, depending on Madeline’s mood, that they either had the perfect marriage or that they were stuck in a middle-class suburban rut and they needed to sell the house and go traveling around India.
“I’d quite like to give Jane a makeover,” mused Madeline as Ed found his page in his book. He was a big fan of Patricia Cornwell murder mysteries. “The way she pulls back her hair like that. All flat on her head. She needs some volume.”
“Volume,” murmured Ed. “Absolutely. That’s what she needs. I was thinking the same thing.” He flipped a page.
“We need to help find her a boyfriend,” said Madeline.