by Carmen Reid
‘Do you want me to get in touch with Harry?’ Annie asked, ‘Svetlana’s husband. He’s a QC, remember? He could give you some legal advice.’
‘I don’t want to blow this up into something it’s not. I’ve not done anything. This is nothing to do with me! This is a computer glitch.’
‘But you’ve been suspended. It looks terrible! People will be talking. You’re a music teacher … you take private tuition!’
The traffic lights ahead were at red, long enough for Ed to turn his face and look at her.
‘Don’t you think I don’t know that?’ he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
‘We have to do something,’ she protested, ‘I think we should phone Harry.’
‘No.’
‘But why not?’
‘If I have a lawyer, then I immediately look guilty!’ Ed exclaimed, suddenly sounding very upset.
‘I don’t think so,’ Annie said, trying to stay calm. ‘It’s to protect you. Maybe if you had a lawyer, you wouldn’t have been suspended. People think if you’re on suspension, there must be a reason. But if Harry was involved, he’d probably have you back at school tomorrow.’
‘Annie, I don’t want him to get involved. Just give it some time.’
‘Please, Ed, all I want to do is to help you. Harry really is very good. He got Svetlana an amazing divorce deal. He got her children back when Igor tried to abduct them …’
‘He’s a QC, Annie. What makes you think we can afford someone like that? I’m a suspended music teacher and you’re an out-of-work TV presenter. We’re in serious trouble.’
‘I don’t think he’d charge us anything,’ Annie said quietly. ‘He’s Svetlana’s husband and we’ve helped Svetlana out enough. I’ve just been working in New York for free, turning her dress business around completely.’
Silence.
Ed wasn’t agreeing with the idea and Annie didn’t want to push it. ‘Why don’t we talk about New York?’ she said into the silence, in the most cheerful tone she could muster.
Looking out of the window at the low, ugly, brick buildings sitting squat in the gloom of an overcast morning, she already missed Manhattan.
After a fifty-minute battle through the congested arteries which ran from west London to north, Ed pulled the car up in front of their beautiful old house in Highgate. It had once belonged to Ed’s parents, but was now Ed and Annie’s family home, the inside all slick and twenty-first century.
Whatever anxieties Annie might have been feeling about Ed’s predicament were forgotten, at least temporarily, by the rush of excitement she felt at seeing her family again.
The big double buggy was parked by the front door, so she knew that Dinah couldn’t have gone out with the twins. Leaving Ed to deal with the bags, Annie sprang out and rushed towards the front door. She didn’t even want to waste precious moments trying to find her house keys, so she rang the bell and peered in through the glass, desperate for her first glimpse of the twins.
For a moment, all she could hear was the manic barking of Dave, the family dog. It was so lovely to be back home that she thought she might even feel quite pleased to see Dave again.
Then Dinah threw open the door and while they hugged each other tightly, Annie looking over her shoulder for the babies, Dave bounced up and down against her leg, dangerously close to shredding her tights.
‘Hello, hello darlin’, how are you? How are my babies?’
‘Come into the sitting room and see,’ Dinah urged.
Annie rushed into the room and practically fell on to her youngest children. She squeezed first Minnie and then Micky right up against her and suddenly couldn’t believe that she’d managed to exist for a whole four weeks without them. They were so much bigger than she’d remembered! And so gorgeous, so perfect and totally adorable.
‘Hello, hello, Mummy’s back!’ she kept repeating like a demented person.
The babies accepted several cuddles but then wanted to be freed so they could go back to the button-pressing and drooling that they were busy with this morning.
‘Have they been OK?’ Annie asked her sister.
‘They’ve been perfect,’ Dinah replied, ‘but you know how it is; you’ll get it in the neck now. Every time you leave the room, they’ll squawk for you.’
‘I’m never leaving the room though, so that’s OK,’ Annie said, lying on her side across the play mat and letting her twins crawl and drool affectionately all over her.
Ed was bringing bags into the hallway. ‘Shall I take these upstairs?’ he called.
‘Yeah,’ she replied so that as soon as he was out of earshot she could whisper to Dinah: ‘He’s so upset. Has he been like this ever since it began?’
Dinah nodded.
‘I want him to phone Harry, you know Svetlana’s husband, the QC. He could at least give him some advice.’
‘Good idea.’
‘Yeah, except he won’t.’
The door opened and Ed was standing in front of them.
Annie immediately smiled brightly. ‘Presents!’ she said, jumping up from the play mat, ‘I have to get everyone’s presents.’
Sure enough, as soon as she stepped out of the room, the twins began to squawk in unison.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Owen by day:
White school shirt (Asda)
Black school trousers (same)
Black school socks (same)
School tie (St Vincent’s uniform store)
Hair clay (Brylcreem)
Total est. cost: £30
‘Just a weeny corner?’
It was 4.30 in the morning, but Annie was jet-lagged and so wide awake that she’d had to give up lying in bed.
For the past half an hour she’d been in the tiny room which served as her office space and the overflow of her wardrobe. Here she was soothing herself with one of her favourite occupations: a mini-wardrobe cleanse.
Tomorrow was the first day of October, officially time to lay her Spring/Summer wardrobe to rest. She was sorting through a rail of clothes, with the aim of dividing things up into store, sell, give away or keep out for autumn wear.
Annie loved clothes. Yes, she loved shopping, but she really loved clothes. There was a difference. People who loved shopping often didn’t wear their purchases more than a few times before they hid them in the back of the cupboard and went out shopping again. Annie couldn’t imagine committing such a waste.
She shopped with great care and attention, mindful of the things she needed, mindful of the seasons and the up and coming events. Yes, of course, like everyone who loved clothes, she was often seduced by the treasures and once in a lifetime finds which threw themselves at her when she was looking for something else. But most of the clothes in her wardrobe were regularly worn.
Well … that’s how it had been in the past. Now, she had to accept that there was a large selection of things which she was either going to have to fit back into or move on out.
A large pink storage box was open on the floor. Tenderly taking out of her wardrobe a selection of light dresses she hadn’t worn once this summer because of waistband issues, she decided that she would store them just for this winter. If by next April the Gawain magic hadn’t worked and she couldn’t get back into them, then she would have to pass them on.
Folding hundreds and hundreds of pounds’ worth of clothes into the box, she realized how expensive it was to gain weight. Her whole philosophy of buying nice things and keeping them for years would have to change. She would either have to have far, far fewer expensive clothes, if she was going to have to size up every few years, or she’d have to find more bargains.
The weight was costing her. And she didn’t like it. Not one little bit.
Annie had desperately wanted to seduce her unhappy husband tonight. But she hadn’t been able to. He’d been so down, he’d just curled up in bed, accepting only hugs and pleading with her to understand that he just wasn’t in the mood.
Much as she wanted to beli
eve this was all about the school problem, she couldn’t help asking herself: if she’d been foxier and fitter, maybe she’d have been able to banish thoughts of it from his mind for at least a little bit.
He hadn’t even cheered up much at her gifts. The lovely Brooks Brothers shirt and tie had been admired in the packet, then put to the side.
Annie’s attention turned to her summer shoe and handbag collection. Now, here was happiness. Here were the items which loved you right back no matter how many pounds you put on.
Was she going to be one of those ladies, though? Dressed from head to toe in stretchy and forgiving black, but wearing Gucci shoes and carrying a stunningly expensive bag as a sort of charm to ward off evil looks? It would be like turning into one of the Arabian princesses Annie had often dressed in The Store. They had priceless shoes, handbags and jewels but in between they were just swathed in draping black. It seemed such a shame.
She cleaned the summer sandals gently with a damp cloth and dried them, before returning them to their boxes. The shoeboxes were then placed into the storage chest.
The best thing about putting items away like this was that when spring came around again next year, it would feel like her birthday when she opened the boxes filled with all these treasures once again.
She checked the handbags for stray contents and found a strip of passport photos of Owen.
Ha! Owen!
Now, he had been delighted with his New York presents. ‘Mum! What a total star!’ he’d exclaimed, fanning out all the DVDs she’d found for him in her one harried trip to Bleecker Bob’s. He’d immediately grabbed the NYC Police Department T-shirt and put it on over his school shirt and tie. ‘Loving it, totally loving it!’
Then, because he was still her little boy, no matter how endlessly long his arms, legs and feet seemed to grow, she’d presented him with Reese’s Pieces, Hershey’s Kisses, multi-flavoured jelly beans and a bag of personalized M&Ms.
‘Mum! I love you!’ he’d yelled, wrapping his gangly arms around her and immediately breaking into the jelly beans and offering them all around.
‘No, no the babies can’t have them!’ she’d told him off.
‘Maybe just a weeny corner of Reese’s?’ he’d suggested.
Good old Owen. Annie smiled at the passport photos. She remembered the day they went to get them done. He’d hated them because his hair was too flat, insisting on ruffling up his mop and going into the booth again, while Annie had slipped the rejected photos into her bag.
She’d liked the pictures because when his hair was flat like this, he looked just slightly younger and smaller. Funny how when your children were tiny, you so looked forward to each new stage and each new accomplishment – baby’s first word, baby’s first step, baby’s first shoes … But then round about age 10, they began to grow too fast, they began to look too big, seemed too independent and suddenly you wanted to halt time, put bricks on their heads, feed them shrinking powder and keep them small.
It seemed like suddenly time had sped up and rushed by. Look at Lana. She was now grown up enough to be staying in New York all on her own.
Annie went back to the wardrobe and pulled out the next piece waiting on the rail for her assessment: a lovely, classic trench coat by the British label, Aquascutum, as worn by Cary Grant, Humphrey Bogart, Sophia Loren, even HM the Queen. This coat had accommodated her extra inches without the slightest protest. For that reason alone, she put it back on the rail.
There was still hours of sorting to be done in here. Once she’d packed away all the summer things, she would take her winter boxes out, draw up a list of Most Needed items and plan for the season ahead.
Plan for the season ahead … Tucking up a little Marc Jacobs clutch into its soft cloth bag … Annie wondered what the season ahead would bring.
She had managed to talk to Tamsin earlier in the day to explain that she was back in London. Tamsin hadn’t sold the programme to Channel Five and was still annoyed that Annie hadn’t made it to the meeting.
‘What do you think about a celebrity fitness show?’ Annie had suggested. ‘I met this amazing trainer out in New York. He’s unbelievable. He’s got me working out. ME!’
Tamsin had taken down a few details, not sounding convinced.
But Annie had to get back into the TV game, or else where would she be? Back sorting out other people’s wardrobes, as well as her own, she thought gloomily.
Suddenly she felt far too tired to tackle the winter boxes. She decided to go back to bed. She would try and get some sleep, then set about sorting all kinds of things out in the morning.
Annie had only been asleep for a few minutes when she was woken by Dave’s fierce barks.
‘What’s up?’ she asked, feeling blurry and confused with tiredness. ‘Ed, what’s up?’ She nudged him in the back.
Now she could hear the doorbell ringing as Dave’s barking grew more and more frantic.
Several long rings were followed by a shout which had both Ed and Annie leaping from the bed.
‘POLICE!’
Chapter Thirty
Owen by night:
Blue and white PJ bottoms (vintage M&S)
Red T-shirt (vintage Next)
Touch of spot cream (Clearasil)
Total est. cost: £15
‘The guys dropped it round.’
‘Lights! Turn on the lights!’ Annie leapt down the stairs, well ahead of Ed who was struggling with dressing gown, slippers and trying to shake off deep sleep.
‘I’m here, it’s OK, I’m opening the door,’ she called at the top of her voice and hit the light switch in the hallway. Heart racing, she threw back the locks and flung open the door to find herself face to face with four uniformed police officers.
The first one introduced himself as Inspector Williams and explained that he and his officers had a search warrant. Then they stepped into the house.
This could not be happening. How could this be happening?
Two officers had gone straight up the stairs and one was making for the sitting room before she could even get her first shocked words out.
‘There’s been a mistake. There must be some mistake,’ she blurted. ‘This is a family home … no one here’s ever broken the law.’
‘I’m very sorry, but we have a warrant to search this address. Now, please stay here,’ Inspector Williams told her in a firm-but-fair, polite-but-in-charge voice. ‘My officers will hold other members of the household in separate rooms. We don’t want any conferring.’
Hold. Separate rooms?
‘My kids are upstairs,’ Annie began. ‘My son’s asleep in his attic room and the babies …’ Before she could get the words out, she felt a sob push up between her shoulder blades.
The inspector looked at her with some concern. ‘I’ll escort you upstairs to the babies. You can wait with them in their room if you like.’
So Annie sat on the floor of Minnie and Micky’s room while she listened to police carry out a systematic search of her house.
‘What is this about?’ she heard Ed ask in confusion from the bedroom. ‘Surely you have to tell me?’
‘Yes, once we have everything we need, we’ll explain. Computers, sir? Where will we find all the computers in the house?’
As Ed began to list the locations, a horrible thought sprang up in Annie’s mind. Computers?! This must be to do with Ed’s suspension. The school had called in the police! And they’d not even warned Ed. Not given him a chance to plead his total innocence. Was this going to be in the newspapers? Would Ed have to go to court? Annie’s head sank into her hands. This was a nightmare: Posh school’s music teacher’s porn shame. She felt as if she was going to be sick. But this was Ed. This was the man she loved and trusted absolutely. He was completely innocent. She had to do everything she could for him – and that included not falling apart. Not even for one second.
She could hear the police officers in her little office next door, probably raking through the Spring/Summer treasures she’d s
o carefully put away earlier tonight.
‘Up here,’ came a call from the attic.
The attic? Owen!!
Annie went to stand at the door. She’d been told not to leave the room where the babies were somehow managing to sleep through this, but she had to try to work out what was going on.
All the policemen now seemed to be upstairs. Dave was still barking like a mad thing downstairs. Ed looked out through the opened bedroom door and saw Annie standing there. There was blank dismay on both their faces.
‘What is this?’ she mouthed.
‘No idea,’ he mouthed back, shaking his head.
Ed looked as if he might cry. With everything else going on this was too much for him, the final straw. He kept pushing his hands through his wild hair and Annie wanted to run over and put her arms around him.
‘What’s going on?’ she anxiously asked the policeman who was standing by the stairs. ‘Why has everyone gone up to my son’s room? He’s only fourteen. I need to go up there. He doesn’t deserve to be woken up like this.’
‘Is your son Owen Valentine?’ the policeman asked.
‘Yes.’
‘And he’s only fourteen?’
‘Yes!’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Don’t be daft, of course I’m sure!’
‘Well, OK, I think you better go up.’
Annie raced up the little attic stairs. Owen was sitting up in bed. His hair was on end and his face one great ‘O’ of surprise.
‘Hey Owen,’ Annie said gently.
‘If you could just stay right where you are,’ came the sharp instruction.
Annie stood on the threshold.
The officers were moving very complex looking computer equipment around the room. They seemed to be unearthing it from various corners and collecting it in a heap at the door.
This stuff did not look as if it had anything to do with the old computer, bought at a school auction, which Owen used for his homework.