‘I always had a crush on him,’ the woman behind the door said.

‘Like everyone else,’ the woman with the hat said.

‘He was always so in love with Pamela. I was actually surprised to hear he’d met someone else while she was still alive. I mean, Heather is beautiful, and seems to be very nice, but it just didn’t seem like something Stephen would do. Not that I knew him that well,’ she added quickly. ‘But there are things you can tell about a person.’

The toilet flushed a few seconds later, and the second woman appeared. She was probably in her mid-forties, pleasant-looking, with a round face and a swinging ponytail.

‘I knew him well,’ I hear myself say. ‘And in fact, taking up with Heather was far more in character for him than you might think.’

55

TULLY

It was the night before the wedding. Heather definitely looked happy. Tully had spent much of the evening watching her, and this fact seemed indisputable. It was a warm evening and they were on the rooftop terrace of an Italian restaurant. Heather was dressed in a white pantsuit, tanned and shiny from all her pre-wedding treatments. At intervals, she looked adoringly at Dad. It was nice, as everyone else in the room was looking at Rachel’s staggeringly good-looking boyfriend, whom she’d brought along as her date.

This was the rehearsal dinner, as it were, although they hadn’t rehearsed anything. Dad and Heather had been to the church earlier in the day, but Tully and Rachel hadn’t been invited to that part, even though they were supposedly going to be ‘bridesmaids’.

‘Have you got some peach taffeta for them to wear?’ Dad had said to Heather, when she’d asked them, a few weeks back.

Heather had just smiled. ‘They can wear whatever they want.’

Heather hadn’t been much of a bridezilla about the wedding, Tully noticed. The opposite, in fact. She seemed eerily calm. Calm enough that Tully started to believe that maybe she was telling the truth when she said Dad wasn’t hurting her. Tully envied that sort of calm.

Two weeks ago, she and Sonny had moved into a small but comfortable rental home in a less-fashionable part of town. They’d removed the boys from their fancy private pre-school and sent them to the community kinder instead. And she’d taken Miles to see a child psychologist, a highly recommended but unorthodox young man named Lionel who wore bright orange jumpers and glasses like Harry Potter. Miles instantly adored him. After the initial session, Lionel’s preliminary diagnosis was that Miles was a highly sensitive little boy who suffered from anxiety. He had a lot of tools to help, he said, and he thought Miles would benefit from their sessions. Tully thought of what Rachel had said: Your son is just like you. Sonny agreed that she was right to seek help for Miles. It made Tully feel good to be right about something.

Another upside of this was that while paying for Miles’s appointment, Tully overheard the office manager saying they were looking for a new receptionist. While Tully didn’t have any experience in reception, it turned out she was excellent at selling herself and by Miles’s next session she’d landed herself a job. She hadn’t asked if there was a staff discount for employees’ children, but she intended to.