Chapters (62)
- Title
- Copyright
- Contents
- About the Author
- About the Book
- Dedication
- Your Worst Nightmare
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- The Answer to All Your Prayers
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- Somebody Else’s Child
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- Sunlight on Water
- July
- September
- Acknowledgements
‘Angioplasty.’ Even though Jack should be feeling better, his breathing still feels difficult, as if something heavy is weighing on his chest. ‘Some sort of stent. They should have done it years ago. Might have avoided all this drama if they had.’
‘When are you coming home, Grandpa?’ asks Evan.
‘I don’t know, son,’ says Jack, and as he says it he’s suddenly homesick, for the simple pleasures of his old armchair and a hot cup of tea, for the view across the valley and the bleating of the sheep, for cold air that smells of rain and grass, and for Millie running ahead of him across the yard. He misses it all, and feels a sudden, devastating sense of loss as if it might be lost to him for good, and he wants to cry.
But he doesn’t want to make a fool of himself.
‘Pull up a chair, youngster,’ he says, ‘and help yourself to some of those grapes.’
‘Don’t you want them?’ asks Evan, but he’s already pulled half a dozen from their stalks and is popping them in his mouth. ‘Do you want me to read to you? We brought a book in case you do.’
Jack thinks of the nights he’s read to Evan, whether Evan in his sleep heard him or not, and it strikes him how, sometimes, life takes odd turns.
‘I found nine eggs this morning when I went to feed the chickens. I fed the sheep too. I think one of them is lame, but I couldn’t catch her by myself to see the problem.’
‘Your dad will help you, won’t you?’ Jack looks at Matt as he speaks, and Matt frowns, sensing his father is talking about more than rounding up sheep. He gives Jack’s hand a squeeze, and is surprised when Jack replies with pressure of his own, a tight grip which leaves his knuckles white. ‘You must all help each other. That’s what families do.’
Sensing Jack’s uneasy mood, Claire tries to change the subject.
‘Would anyone like coffee? I saw a machine just outside the ward.’
‘Hot chocolate,’ says Evan, without hesitation.
‘I’ll have one, yes,’ says Matt. ‘Dad?’
Jack shakes his head.
‘Evan, you come and help me carry them,’ says Claire. ‘I can’t carry three.’
Jack watches them until they disappear past the nurses’ station.
‘You will look after him, won’t you?’ he asks. ‘He’s got a tough time coming up. You’ll have to take care of him while it’s going through the courts.’
‘Don’t be daft, Dad. You’re just feeling a bit down after the operation. They fill you full of drugs and you don’t know whether you’re coming or going. You’ll be home to look after him yourself in a couple of days.’