The atmosphere in the car was stifling, a dead heat that
made everything quieter than usual. Lewis kept his head pressed against the
window, his arms crossed. The plastic smell of a new car got into the back of
his throat and made him feel sick. He could see his Dad in the wing mirror,
turning his head every few seconds.
‘The pitch
must have been pretty hard today - looks like you’ve been through the wars.’
Lewis
looked at his muddy, grazed knees.
They passed the local park.
‘Did you
score any goals?’ His father loosened his tie, see-through patches under his
arms. ‘How’s your mum?’
Lewis
turned from the window. He couldn’t remember the last time his Dad had asked
about her.
‘Okay.’
‘Good, I’m
glad.’ Lewis saw his Dad nod in the wing mirror, but his eyes stayed fixed on
the road. They pulled up at the traffic lights near the village and Lewis
pressed his forehead against the window again. He rolled his tongue against the
back of his teeth, and took a deep breath.
‘I was
stood there for over an hour.’
‘I know.
I’m sorry. But it’s a gorgeous day, isn’t it? You should have seen it outside
my office. Everyone was out sunbathing on the grass. Didn’t you have a
kick-about with Declan and his mates?’
‘Declan
hasn’t played in the team for ages.’
‘Wasn’t anybody
else there to wait with you?’
‘No.
Everyone got picked up on time.’
‘Your
coach didn’t wait with you? He should have. It’s not on- I know it’s the middle
of the day but you’re not old enough to be left on your own like that.’
‘I thought
you would be there soon to pick me up. I thought you were coming so I said he
could leave.’
The
traffic lights changed and they moved off. Lewis could feel sweat on his back,
wet and prickly. He could smell something strange on his father. It smelt like
Miss. Rice in school.
‘I’m
sorry.’
‘How come you’re still in your work
clothes?’
‘I got held back at work and I didn’t
have a chance to call you. It was short notice. I don’t blame you for being mad
at me, but I’m here now. Your mum doesn’t have to know about this. We can keep
this between us?’
‘She rang
me before to see where I was.’
‘And you
told her I was late picking you up?’
‘No, I
told her that I was with you and we’d gone into town for a bit.’
‘Thanks
mate. Why don’t we really go into town and get that game you’ve been after?’
His Dad pulled the car over to the side of the road.
‘Mum
bought it for me. She got it for me as a present for doing well in Maths.’
‘I didn’t
know you’d been doing so well?’
‘I got an
award. I’m Gifted and Talented.’
‘That’s great
Lew! Let’s go to McDonalds to celebrate!’
‘I’m not
hungry.’
‘Let’s go
to Pizza Hut then. Even better! It’ll be my treat.’
‘I said
I’m not hungry.’ He turned away from his Dad.
Lewis had been watching TV before he’d noticed his Dad’s
car pull up outside. He tried to stomach the rest of his cereal. His mother had
been outside for at least ten minutes. The front door slammed and Lewis dropped
his bowl onto his lap. Cold milk splashed onto his pyjama bottoms.
‘Are you going through? I haven’t got
all day,’ his Mum said in the hall.
‘Can I
hang my jacket up?’ his father replied.
‘No need,
you won’t be staying long.’
Lewis
grabbed the nearest cushion to cover the wet patch, then pinched up the bits of
cereal and tried to swallow them before his Dad came in. He set the near empty
bowl onto the floor and pulled his knees up to his chin. They still stung from
practice.
His Mum
came into the room first. She was frowning and held her dressing gown tightly
around herself. His Dad followed. He wasn’t wearing his work clothes. He must
have had a day off.
‘Hi, Lew,’
he said. ‘You fancy letting me drive you to school today?’
‘No, he
doesn’t. He’s coming with me,’ his mother interrupted.
‘Helen, he
can answer for himself.’
‘Lewis,
can you go up to your room for a few minutes please? Your dad and I have a few
things to talk about.’ She stroked his hair, and he pulled away.
Not
in front of Dad.
‘I don’t
mind him being here. Let him watch the telly,’ his father said.
‘It’s
okay,’ Lewis said, getting up from the couch. He picked up the bowl. ‘I’ll just
go in the garden for a bit.’
‘Okay,
love. It won’t be for long I promise.’
‘Yeah,
mate. Won’t be long. I’ll see you again soon.’
‘You’ll be
lucky.’ His mother flicked the TV off.
Lewis
shuffled to the kitchen, a narrow room with morning sunlight streaming in
through the big window. The lino floor was hot like the sand on the beach in
Majorca. The window was open and someone was mowing their lawn. He put the bowl
and spoon in the sink, then unlocked and opened the back door before shutting
it again. He tiptoed back to where he came in. There was a gap between the door
and it’s frame just wide enough to see his parents in the living room. He
couldn’t see his father’s face, just the back of his head over the top of the
couch. His mother stood above him with her arms folded. Her face looked thin.
‘I’m only
supposed to have contact with you through the solicitor.’
‘I’m not
here to argue.’
‘Bloody
right you’re not. What do you want?’
‘Lewis
said you bought him a new game this week?’
‘So what?’
‘How much
was it?’ He took something from his pocket and licked his thumb.
‘Put that
away, I don’t want your money.’
‘I know
those games aren’t cheap.’
‘I got it
online. I don’t need that.’
‘I’m
trying to help.’
‘You only
want to help someone if there’s something in it for you.’
‘That’s
not fair. I’m doing this for Lewis.’
‘Wow,
you’re so generous- twenty-odd quid every few months.’ She walked to the
window. ‘That new motor looks nice. It’s a BMW isn’t it? It must have cost you
a fair bit.’
‘I got
that through the company, actually. I
only have to pay for petrol.’
‘Lucky
you.’
‘I’m not
bragging about it. There’s three-hundred there. That’s enough for a decent
telly at least. I’ll give you more if it’s not.’
‘You don’t
understand. It‘s not about money.’
‘This isn’t a bribe. Jesus Christ,
Helen, you could make this easier for both of us.’
‘That’d suit you wouldn’t it. I’m
telling you now there’s no way you’re taking him away from me.’
‘He’d
be much happier living with me. I can get him whatever he wants, and you
could come and see him every weekend.’
‘Fuck off, Julian. I have a right to
look after him.’
‘I have a
right too. It’s not fair to only let me see him once a week after practice. I
can’t even watch him play.’
She
stormed over to his Dad, her cheeks flushed crimson.
‘You
should’ve thought of that before you left. You only have that money because you
left us. They’ll know why you left, and we both know it wasn’t for your job.’
‘Everybody
knows you ran off with that tart.’
‘Keep
your voice down, for God’s sake. Lewis might hear you.’
‘Don’t
want him to know Daddy’s little secret?’
His Dad got up and wedged a bundle of
notes under the clock on the mantelpiece.
[C1] ‘We
don’t need your money, and we definitely don’t need you.’
‘We’ll see.’
His Dad left the room. His Mum stared at
the money, biting a finger nail and then her lip as the front door shut. The
lawnmower outside had stopped. She cupped her hands to her face and sobbed. She
suddenly looked frail. He’d seen her cry so many times before, but this time
she looked helpless.
Lewis
crept from behind the kitchen door and edged towards her.
‘Mum, are
you okay?’
She looked
up her eyes puffy and red, cheeks wet. She sniffed and half-smiled at him.
‘I thought
you were outside. You haven’t been listening to any of that?’
‘No.’
‘We were
talking about some grown-up things. You’re happy here aren’t you? I told your
father you have everything you want here. You’re happy here.’
‘Yeah.’
His Dad’s car was gone.
She
picked up the money from the mantelpiece like it was heavier than it really
was. Then she stuffed it in her pyjama pocket.
Lewis
moved to her side, put his arms around her waist and leaned his head against
the warm fleece of her dressing gown.
‘Is
everything going to be okay, Mum?’
Her body
shook as she wept.
Lewis scrambled into the back seat of the car. He’d never
got into the back; he always rode in the front seat with his dad.
‘Please be
nice, Lew,’ his father said in a low voice, leaning in close. His hot breath
touched Lewis’ forehead. ‘Vanessa is a really good friend of mine. Her car’s
broken down so she needed a lift somewhere. You’ll like her.’
‘Okay.’
‘Good
lad.’ He ruffled his son’s hair as Vanessa got into the front seat, swinging
her long legs in.
Lewis sunk into leather. The seatbelt in
the back jammed whenever he tried to loosen it and the edge cut into his waist.
There was a little ridge in the front seat where he could rest his legs. He
wriggled until he found a position that was least uncomfortable.
‘It’s
really nice to finally meet you Lewis.’ Vanessa looked at him through the rear
view mirror as the car moved off. ‘Your Dad is always talking about you.’ Her
teeth were like the people in toothpaste adverts. She wore her black hair up in
a neat bun and her thick rimmed glasses on the end of her nose. ‘I’ve heard
you’re really good at football. What team do you support?’
‘United.’
‘So do I!
They won last week didn’t they?’
‘They lost
two-one.’
‘Oh. Well
I’m sure they’ll win this weekend, don’t you agree Julian?’
‘Definitely.’
She turned
away and started a conversation with his father that Lewis didn’t listen to. It
wasn’t hot like it had been the last few days. The whole sky was filled with
clouds and everything looked grey. The road, the pavement, rows of houses.
Everybody they passed wore grey.
Lewis
glanced at the rear view mirror. His eyes caught Vanessa’s and he looked away.
That was his seat.
‘Right,
here we are,’ his father said. They pulled up outside a row of shops near the
village.
‘Thanks,
Jools,’ Vanessa said, leaning over and kissing his father on the cheek.
‘No
problem. You smell gorgeous. Call me when you’re done? I’ll come and pick you
up.’
‘Sure.’
She turned to Lewis. ‘It was really nice to meet you. I hope that we can get to
know each other better soon. It would mean a lot to us.’ She made eyes towards
his father, then leaned over and kissed Lewis on the cheek too. Her perfume was
stuffy, like the pot-puree his mother used to put out in the living room. She
climbed out and blew a kiss as they drove off again.
‘What do
you think mate? You like her?’ He spoke to his son the same way Vanessa had,
through the mirror.
‘I guess
so.’ Lewis scrubbed the lipstick mark off his cheek.
‘I knew
you would. Vanessa is great. You’ll be seeing more of her from now on.’
‘Okay.’
‘Oh, by
the way, can we keep this between us?’
‘What do
you mean?’
‘Your mum
doesn’t need to know about Vanessa.’
The smell of coffee clogged Lewis’ nostrils. His mother
sat across the little round table from him with her double cappuccino, or whatever it was. She sipped it slowly,
forgetting to wipe away the brown foam moustache. She had set their bags down
on the floor beside them. Lewis stared at his hot chocolate, covered with cream
and tiny square marshmallows. Those big flumpy ones were better. He toyed at
the cream with a plastic spoon, picked up a blob then watched it drip off and
melt back into the pile.
‘Drink that up, Lewis. We don’t do this
often. It’s a nice break from everything recently.’
‘I’m usually playing a match now.’
‘They won’t miss you for one game
though. Just think how horrible it would be playing in this rain. You’d catch
your death.’
‘I suppose so.’
‘Are you having a good day so far?’
‘Sure.’
‘I knew you would. There’s a few shops
I’d like to look in then we can get the bus back home.’
His mother looked around the room,
watching other people drinking their coffees. The whole place was made of dark
wood that creaked when walked over or leant upon. The window next to them had
steamed up, so his mother had taken out a tissue and wiped a portal in the
middle.
‘Look at her, Lewis.’ She pointed to a
young woman passing by with hefty bags of shopping and pointed high heels. Her
denim jacket was pulled over her head, and she wobbled as she took each step
through the rain.
‘Women like that need their heads
looking at. She’ll kill herself walking in those when the weather is like this,
all for fashion.’ She looked him in the eye. ‘When you’re old enough to start
dating, don’t fall for one of those.
They’ll take your money sooner than look at you then break your heart.’
‘Don’t worry Mum, I won’t.’
‘Good boy.’ She held her stare for a few
seconds then took a long sip of her drink. ‘How’s your father?’
‘Fine, I think. I don’t know.’
‘You saw him the other day didn’t you?
He picked you up from school, Grandma told me.’
‘I didn’t see him for long, just in the
car. We didn’t really talk.’
‘He didn’t speak to you?’
‘I don’t mean that, we just didn’t talk
about much. I was tired.’
‘Did he ask you how your day had been?’
‘Well, no.’
‘It’s not hard to make conversation.’
‘He was driving.’
‘He could have at least pretended to be interested. You need to
stay with me. I can look after you properly. He’s still living with your uncle
isn’t he?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Tell me.’ A grey man on the table next
to them rubbernecked from behind his newspaper.
‘I really don’t.’ Lewis tried to sound
calm.
She raised an eyebrow. ‘Was anybody with
him?’
‘Like who?’
‘I don’t know, you tell me.’
‘I don’t know what you mean Mum. Can we talk
about something else?’
‘Are you hiding something?’ She
clattered her cup onto the saucer, spilling some coffee over the edge.
‘No, just leave it.’ Lewis felt his eyes
well up. ‘I am having a nice day -
you don’t have to get angry. We don’t talk about what he does, and I don’t ask
him. Please drop it, he doesn’t ask all this about you.’
‘I’m glad to hear that he cares about
me. He’s trying to make you live with him and I can’t let him do that.’ She
wiped her eye and said, ‘I’m only thinking of what’s best for you.’ She reached
out her open hand.
Lewis slowly pulled out his hand from
under the table and laid it in hers. She closed her other hand around them.
‘You have to tell me if you’ve seen your
father with any girls, Lewis. It’s very important that I know if he is.’
‘I don’t understand.’ He wished he was playing
football, and the wind and the rain drowned
‘It’s hard to explain. Parents fight and
sometimes they break up, like me and your father. But if he left me to be with
another woman, then he wouldn’t be allowed to take you away from me. That’s
what you want, isn’t it? You want to live with your mum.’
Lewis
scratched his arm and looked at the grey man. He dived back into his newspaper.
‘Look at
me.’ His mother looked straight down her nose and into his eyes
‘I won’t lose you. Have you seen him with another woman?’
He tried
to pull his hand away from hers.
‘Mum,
you’re hurting me.’