When I passed his room later, Justin was still in there, only now he was no longer watching a DVD, but once again stripping it of all but its functional furniture, and apparently doing it on autopilot. If he heard me or saw me, he certainly didn’t register it. Same process, I thought, but this time without the drama.
I wasn’t sure who he was trying to punish; me or himself. It was just such a desperately sad thing to witness.
Chapter 11
April had arrived and with it some slightly warmer weather at long last and, like another ray of sunshine, Riley was on the phone. ‘Mum, it’s me,’ she said, and I could tell right away that she was brighter than she had been of late. Which was good to hear, as I’d been a little worried about her. It wasn’t like Riley to be ill – she was almost invariably like a Duracell bunny. But she’d been feeling off-colour more than once in the last couple of weeks. I’d been just about to call her myself.
‘Hiyah, lovey,’ I answered. ‘You feeling better? You certainly sound it.’
‘Brilliant, thanks,’ she said brightly. ‘Just wanted to check you were in.’
‘Yes, I am. No plans to be going anywhere, either. Why, are you going to pop round?’
‘I was, yes. Mum, what time’s Dad likely to be home?’
Strange thing to ask, I thought. ‘Usual time,’ I answered anyway. ‘Around five-ish or so. He didn’t say any different when he left this morning. Why?’ Mike was a warehouse manager for a big office-furniture supply company. He worked long hours, but, thankfully, also regular ones.
‘Good,’ she said firmly, but not answering my question. ‘I’m just going to wait for David to get back from work, then we’ll be over. Can we have tea at yours?’
All these strange questions! But what a daft one this was. ‘Of course it’s okay, stupid! It’ll be lovely to see you both. I was just going to do pizza for Justin and Kieron, but I’m sure I can come up with something more elegant for us four. Hey, but listen, you sound like there’s some particular reason for all this. I mean, it’s lovely to see you any time, but –’
Riley laughed. ‘That’s because there is a reason, mum. See you about five-thirty, okay? Byeee!’
But there was no time to dwell on what the reason might be because almost as soon as I’d put down the phone, I heard the front door bang and a spirited ‘Hi, Casey!’ being bellowed from the hallway, closely followed by the sound of a herd of wildebeest thundering up the stairs. It was Justin, home from school and, as had become his routine now, dashing upstairs to get out of his school uniform.
I let go my breath and simultaneously realised that Justin wasn’t the only one who’d got into a routine. Holding my breath on his arrival was mine – at least till I was sure of the mood he was in; sure he wasn’t going to kick off and spoil everyone’s day. It was ridiculous, and I mentally chastised myself for it. He was an eleven-year-old child, not a monster.
But glancing at the clock I realised there was no time to dwell on that either; if Riley and David were coming to eat with us I needed to think about what it was we would eat, and that meant a thorough rummage in the fridge and freezer. I also needed to press on and get Kieron and Justin fed. Whatever impromptu arrangements I fixed up with my daughter, my son wanted feeding when he got in from college and it was also important I stuck to Justin’s meal chart; both the timing and the menu were non-negotiable.
Justin himself joined me in the kitchen just as I was taking the pizza out of the oven. It was almost as if he had some sort of sixth sense for knowing exactly when food was going to arrive.
‘Just in time!’ I quipped. ‘Hey, that’s what we should call you, shouldn’t we? Justin Time!’ I was in a buoyant mood knowing Riley and David would soon be over. Justin, too, it seemed. He found this hilarious.
‘What’s so funny?’ asked Kieron, arriving in the doorway. ‘Ah, pizza!’ he said, seeing it and emitting a small cheer. ‘That’s good. So I won’t die of starvation after all.’
They went through to the dining room with their tea and I could hear them laughing and chatting. This was shaping up to be a good day all round, I decided. I then grabbed a coffee and cleared the desks and set about round two – preparing a nice tea for the rest of us. As it was so summery, I’d settled on cold roast chicken and salad. Mike would probably moan – he was more of a pie and chips man – but oh, well. Didn’t matter. It was all food.
Five-thirty arrived and, with it, David and Riley. ‘Thank God for that,’ Mike said, letting them in and mock-frowning. ‘It’s bad enough that I’m forced to eat rabbit food after a hard day at work, but even worse to have to wait half an hour for the pleasure!’
‘No, no – we can’t eat yet!’ Riley said, seeing me emerge from the kitchen with the salad bowl. ‘You need to get everyone gathered together first, so we can tell you our news. Where’s Kieron? And Justin. Dad, can you get them?’
‘They’re back upstairs,’ I said. ‘Playing on the computer in Kieron’s bedroom. But –’
‘Mum, Dad!’ Riley chided, while David stood there grinning goofily. ‘Stop staring and go get them, will you!’
I took the salad bowl and plonked it back on the kitchen table, while Mike bellowed to the boys to come down. ‘Quick, you two!’ he added – probably for the benefit of his stomach, while I, meanwhile, had a sudden bolt of inspiration. I looked at Riley, then at David – the pair of them like a couple of grinning idiots. It couldn’t be, could it? Or maybe it could be …
The boys both thundered down then, Kieron volubly complaining. ‘This had better be good, Riley. We were in the middle of an important game!’
But his big sister was having none of it. ‘Shut up and sit down, you two,’ she ordered, and it was only once they’d done so and she had all our full attention that she deigned to impart their ‘big news’. Which was big. At least, would before too long become so. ‘Everyone,’ she announced. ‘David and me want you to be the first to know. I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby!’
Now my heart really did leap. So my hunch had been right. This was a shock, but such a great one. Such a fabulous thing. Mike and me were going to become grandparents!
I glanced at Mike to see him looking stunned, his eyes filling up with tears. Then he leapt up from the sofa and the room all but exploded – into a big noisy round of hugs and congratulations, with everyone kissing everyone else, just like it was New Year. But then, minutes later, I noticed Justin, in the corner.
It was his face; it had taken on that strange inhuman quality. He looked like thunder. I could see he was seething.
‘You okay, babes?’ I asked him quietly, but he seemed unable to answer. In fact, I could see he was struggling hard to try and maintain control. He was shaking, and he looked like he wanted to punch something. Luckily, it didn’t seem as if anyone else had noticed, and with me now standing between him and everyone else, hopefully they wouldn’t notice, either. I really didn’t want this wonderful occasion spoiling.
I discreetly manoeuvred him – and thankfully he didn’t try to resist – out into the hallway, and then looked right into his eyes, maintaining contact as I spoke to him. ‘Look,’ I said gently, but also quite firmly. ‘I know something about all this has upset you, Justin, but we don’t want to hurt Riley’s feelings, do we? You’re obviously too angry to talk to me about it right now, I can see that, so why don’t you go on back upstairs for a bit, eh? Kieron will be up in a minute and you can get back to your game. Okay, love?’
For a moment he looked like he was about to speak, but then changed his mind and clamped his mouth shut again. Then he turned and