‘All rather sudden, isn’t it?’ I said, when I’d finally found my voice.

‘Very sudden. Last week.’

‘But, Jennie – it must be a hell of a shock! I mean, to you, surely?’

‘Not really. He rang and told me.’

‘Did he?’ I was amazed. But mostly because she hadn’t told me.

‘It’s more complicated than it sounds,’ she said quietly, finally letting me in, being more charitable. ‘And it’s not a whirlwind romance either. He went out with this girl years ago. Remember I told you? He was engaged to her, but she got involved with someone else. Simon just trod water. He looked about but never found anyone he liked as much. Loved as much, rather. He was always, unconsciously, waiting. They got engaged for the second time last week.’

‘He told you all this on the phone?’

‘We had a coffee, actually. He felt he sort of owed me an explanation. We had, after all, had lunch once.’

I felt my eyes widen. ‘You had lunch with Simon?’

‘Yes.’

‘Where?’

‘In London.’

I gazed at her. ‘Right,’ I said finally, faintly. Although I was staggered, I also realized that in some nebulous way I’d known. Realized at the book club there was a subplot; that they’d had private time together. Maybe even reached some sort of understanding.

‘What was it like?’ I was intrigued.

‘What, lunch?’

‘Yes.’

‘Dreadful.’

‘Oh! Why?’

‘Because I felt terrible. Absolutely ghastly. Couldn’t believe I was doing it. There I was, some silly, middle-aged woman, like Angie, making a fool of myself. Getting a cheap thrill out of having lunch with a man who wasn’t my husband. Suppose Dan had walked in? Or some mate of his? How hideous would that have been?’

‘Only lunch, Jennie,’ I reminded her. Jennie’s rigorous principles and high moral standards didn’t apply just to others, but to herself too.

‘Yes, only lunch. And a chaste peck on the cheek to say thank you, but by God I scurried home with my tail between my legs. Felt wretched picking up the children from school, listening to Hannah chatting away about her nature trip; wretched when Dan came in knackered from work and I guiltily fried him a steak. His eyes lit up pathetically when he saw it because these days he’s lucky if I throw sausage and chips at him. He gave me a delighted squeeze at the Aga. That made me feel even worse, I can tell you. Lousy. I almost broke down and told him.’

I hid a smile. Dan was a good man. And a worldly man. I didn’t think he’d kick his wife out for having lunch with someone.

She raked a despairing hand through her dark curls and threw her head back. ‘How do these women do it, Poppy? Sneak around deceiving people? I felt bad enough I hadn’t told you let alone my husband. Oh, look – here he is.’

The church was fairly bursting now – testament indeed to how one could have one’s big day at a moment’s notice and still fill it – and Simon, tall and striking in his morning coat, came down the aisle with his best man, an equally good-looking blade. He greeted people along the way, his face alight, looking the picture of happiness. As he came to take up his position in the front pew, his eyes found Jennie almost immediately. He gave her a lovely smile. She smiled back.

‘He likes you,’ I said, not exactly surprised, but genuinely struck by the warmth.

‘Oh yes, we like each other tremendously. He’s a very nice man. Just what this constituency needs, incidentally, by way of a representative. But let me tell you, Poppy, it’s one thing to have a quiet crush on someone you bump into at the village book club and quite another to invent an excuse as to why you can’t take year three on the nature trail as promised, then stand on Cherton station in a new skirt and full slap hoping to God no one sees you. I kept reciting in my head, “I’m going to the dentist,” in case they did. And I can’t tell you how sweaty my palms were as I went past Dan’s office in the Strand by taxi. By the time I’d got to San Lorenzo’s my face was shiny, my clothes, I’d decided, all wrong for London, and all the thrilling excitement had disappeared down the plug hole because I was so bloody terrified I’d be spotted.’

‘In San Lorenzo’s?’ I said doubtfully.

‘Well, quite. Not exactly Odd Bob’s habitual stamping ground, I agree. I didn’t really expect half the village to be propping up the bar and to turn around accusingly when I came in. But you know what I mean.’

‘Did you tell him?’ I knew Jennie well.

‘Simon? Yes. Almost immediately. Explained I simply couldn’t handle this and wouldn’t be doing it again. He was sweet. Said he liked me all the more for it, and, actually, he wasn’t convinced he could cope with the subterfuge either. He’d run into Dan in the local garage, apparently, as they were both putting air in their tyres. Found it surprisingly hard to make small talk.’ She smiled. ‘We both agreed we could do the sex but not the deceit.’

‘Oh. So … you definitely knew what you were there for?’

‘Well, ultimately, yes. Oh, you can kid yourself it’s “just lunch”, Poppy, but it’s tantamount to sitting there in your underwear. And don’t let anyone tell you any different.’

The overture to The Marriage of Figaro was crashing in quite loudly now, presumably with Luke at the helm. Luke. Single and uncomplicated, thank God.

‘The idea of running upstairs and taking my clothes off, like Angie did, is complete anathema to me,’ she said rather primly.

‘Angie’s separated, Jennie,’ I said quickly. ‘Single.’

‘Her husband walked out on her.’

‘Yes,’ I said, surprised and wondering what she meant by that. Surely that was morally better than the other way round? For complicated reasons, I knew Jennie was so shocked by her own behaviour she was taking it out on Angie. I was pretty sure she’d normally have roared with laughter at the Pete debacle; given her friend a comforting hug.

‘You’ve done nothing wrong,’ I said gently. ‘You had lunch with a man. Big deal. You couldn’t even get as far as the starter without blurting out that it was a big mistake. Relax.’

She nodded, but I saw her swallow. She was about to say something, then blinked and swallowed again.

‘Should I tell Dan?’ she managed eventually, in a small voice.

I was instinctively about to say: no! Then hesitated.

‘Could do,’ I said thoughtfully. She nodded, knowing I knew what she was thinking. That it might bring them closer together. Dan was no fool. He’d realize there had to be a very good reason for a woman like Jennie to put on her best bib and tucker and shimmy off to London. With no threat intended – or even apparent now – it might give him pause for thought. Might give them both pause for thought. And marriages sometimes needed that. A moment when, as you rattle along helter-skelter, helping with the homework, arguing about who’s picking up from ballet, or whether it’s your turn to entertain the Jacksons, you suddenly look at each other and go – oh, OK. A half halt, Dad would call it: when a moving horse is reined in, but not entirely stopped. Just asked to take a moment. To reflect. This might be Dan and Jennie’s moment.

Figaro was gaining momentum now, really building up a head of steam; then a dramatic change of key as Lohengrin seamlessly roared in behind it, signalling the arrival of the bride. It was prettily done, and as we all got obediently to our feet, Luke glanced over his shoulder. I gave him a smile and he grinned back, deliberately giving it some exaggerated wellie, hands raised like claws. My smile broadened. Funny. The other day I’d thought a damp church not terribly conducive to romance, but today I liked him in here. Found his particular brand of laddish humour rather infectious, probably since he’d made me laugh at the King’s Head. And perhaps Angie was right: perhaps a man shone in his natural environment. He was certainly making some prodigious music, despite the intended irony, I thought, looking at his amused profile. I glanced at Simon, the very picture of radiance, beaming in the front pew, waiting for his bride.

‘And Simon’s happy because he got the girl he always wanted,’ I murmured to Jennie, straightening the back of my skirt where I’d sat on it.

‘Exactly. And he doesn’t have to fool around with married women like me while he waits for her to make up her mind – which he wasn’t having again, incidentally. I gather there was an element of ultimatum from him about it. When she asked him to take her back, he said, “On one condition. We get married now.” ’

‘Gosh, how thrilling.’ I shivered. ‘Frightfully masterful.’ I was intrigued. Simon was quite a catch. ‘So who had she been going out with all this time, then, while he waited?’

‘Oh, some married man, apparently.’

‘Right. And what happened to him?’ I asked, as the door at the far end of the church swung open with a flourish.

‘He died,’ Jennie told me, as at that moment the gothic arched doorway filled with ivory tulle. It shimmied for an instant in the shaft of sunlight behind it, then steadied and moved towards us. Accompanied by some tiny attendants in matching ivory silk, and with lilies of the valley in a charming circlet in her blonde hair, white roses cascading like a waterfall from her bouquet, Emma Harding came gliding down the aisle.




17

It was all I could do to stay upright and not give way to my knees, which were advising me, in the strongest possible terms, to sit down. I certainly couldn’t have done without the help of the pew in front, the back of which I clutched, knuckles white. I gazed in horror and disbelief as she got ever closer, a nightmarish veiled vision, smiling coyly and acknowledging friends along the way, presumably on the arm of her father, a small, ruddy-faced man with bulbous eyes. My own eyes were giving them some competition, unable to believe what they saw.