Chapters (64)
- Cover
- Booklist
- Title Page
- Praise
- Dedication
- Prologue
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- About the Publisher
‘But then it changed and it wasn’t fun anymore. There was one Christmas Day when her hangover was so bad she spent the whole day in bed with the curtains shut. She only got out of bed to throw up. My father said she had a tummy bug.’ Edie glances at him and gives him a tight rueful smile. ‘I used to mark the levels of liquid inside the bottles in the drinks cabinet so I could measure how much she was drinking. Not that I knew what to do with the information. So I just left AA leaflets on the kitchen table.’
Edie sips the tea then bends over to rest the mug on the floor beside her. She stretches her legs out and tips her head back.
‘Then last year she turned up to a school event totally wasted. She was lurching around the place and had an argument with another mother. Accused her of flirting with Max. She slapped this other woman in front of everybody.’ She shakes her head, laughs a little. ‘Actually slapped another mother in front of the whole school! Can you believe that?’
Edie takes a deep breath and her smile falls away.
‘After that, school was a nightmare. The few friends I had stopped talking to me. The teachers whispered behind my back, some even sniggered as I walked past. I fucking hated it, so I did everything I could to get chucked out. Started missing lessons, was rude to the staff, spiteful to other girls, didn’t do any homework or write any notes in class, and eventually they had no choice but to chuck me out. There’s only so much bad behaviour a school can take, even if your father is a New York Times best-fucking-seller.’ She stops speaking and screws up her face. ‘God, I’m sorry. I’m talking too much.’
‘No problem.’
Edie stands and walks over to her mother’s bed. She looks down at her for a moment or two then picks up the medicine bottle and replaces the pills that have fallen across the bedside table before screwing on the cap. She turns to look down at him. Her eyes are filmed with fresh tears and it’s all he can do to stop himself jumping up to put his arms around her.
‘Thank you for helping. Please don’t tell anybody about this. Especially not Tamsyn or your mother. I don’t want them to think badly of her.’
He is moved by Edie’s desire to protect her mother. He identifies with it. He feels the same.
He nods and stands. ‘Will you be okay?’
She smiles as she pushes her shoulders back and lifts her chin. Then she affixes a wry, defiant mask to her face and nods.
‘Yes,’ she says. ‘I’ll be absolutely fine.’
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Tamsyn
July 1986
My stomach churned all the way home.