not a veteran plant-collector? So do you want somewhere for eating out? A bolt-hole from the rat race? Place to sunbathe in privacy? All of the above?â
âWhat was the middle one again? I donât know, I donât know. But privacyâs a must. I want a secluded corner somewhere with lots of traily things hanging down. I hate feeling people are looking at me. Does that sound terribly paranoid?â
âIt must make life pretty awkward.â Will jotted something down in his notebook.
âWhat? Being paranoid?â
He shrugged as if it were obvious.
âNo â just â well, I imagine you get looked at quite a lot.â He raised his eyes from what he was writing.
âNext question?â
Bella looked down into her mug of coffee, then started to watch his hands to avoid his penetrating gaze. Why did he have to look at her like that? It was quite rude really. Now he had made her feel selfconscious. He was obviously only saying it to wind her up anyway. No-one could find her attractive the way she looked this morning in these grotty old jeans and baggy jumper. Her hair was loose and she hadnât even bothered with lipstick, never mind the whole routine that she needed to feel even half-presentable.
âAny kids?â
âNope. Whatâs that got to do with it anyway?â
âPlay space. You might want a sandpit. Swing. Whatever. Any on the horizon?â
âThe Vatican will declare me a modern miracle if there are.â
âYouâre not keen on kids then?â
âIs this really part of the questionnaire?â
âNot really. Iâm just nosy.â That look again.
Bella laughed. At least he was honest.
âItâs not that I donât like them. I justââ she shrugged. âI â anyway, Iâmâ More coffee?â
Bella spent some time fiddling with the lid of the kettle, loudly opening and closing cupboards to look for biscuits.
âDonât bother. Really.â Will got up to go. âIâve been here way too long already. So, think about exactly what you want in the garden, any must-haves and so on. Make a list.â
âRight. List-making, Iâm good at that. Will you really design it to suit my every need?â
âNot at all. Iâll nod and say, âI see. No problem,â a lot, then ignore you and do whatever I thought of in the first place.â
Will held out his business card.
âCall me. Here â let me give you a few in case you want to pass one on.â
Bella smiled. âYou had too many printed, didnât you?â
âWell, itâs ever so cheap if you have a thousand done.â
âA thousand? Grief. Give me a stack. I can do shopping lists on the back.â
âTheyâre quite good for sticking under wobbly table legs in restaurants too.â
There were no spare drawing pins on her kitchen pinboard, so Bella tucked one of his cards behind the corner of a photograph. The one of her and Patrick. Her finger rested for a moment on the pin, feeling its cold hardness solid beneath the fleshy pad of her fingertip.
She had been cooking when she heard the news.
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Bella is stirring her sauce, giggling at Vivâs description of some pompous pillock she has had to endure at her all-day conference.
âSo she offered him this piece of Brie and he said, âActually, Iâm a Stilton man myself,â and laughed, expecting us to acknowledge him as a great wit. Jill and I couldnât look at each other. And he was wearing a blazer, with those shiny buttons with little anchors on them.â
âA blazer, eh? Hanginâs too good for the likes of âim.â
The telephone rings.
âGet that, will you? I have to keep whisking â this is looking a bit blobby. Itâs probably Patrick. Running late. Can we save him some supper? Blah, blah. Tell him weâve got baked bananas â thatâll speed him
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