Me Before You: After You Part 3
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Treena never could find out the exact figure. Still, Will's death should be good for a few matching Lycra onesies, right?'
The way Caroline's face shot towards his told me this was one particular part of Patrick's history that he had not yet got round to sharing.
He stared at me, two pinp.r.i.c.ks of colour bleeding onto his face. 'That was nothing to do with me.'
'Of course not. Nice to see you, anyway, Pat. Good luck with the wedding, Caroline! I'm sure you'll be the ... firmest bride around.' I turned and walked slowly back inside. I closed the door, resting against it, heart thumping, until I could be sure that they had finally jogged on.
'a.r.s.e,' said Granddad, as I limped back into the living room. And again, glancing dismissively at the window: 'a.r.s.e.' Then he chuckled.
I stared at him. And, completely unexpectedly, I found I had started to laugh, for the first time in as long as I could remember.
'So did you decide what you're going to do? When you're better?'
I was lying on my bed. Treena was calling from college, while she waited for Thomas to come out of his football club. I stared up at the ceiling, on which Thomas had stuck a whole galaxy of Day-glo stickers, which, apparently, n.o.body could remove without bringing half the ceiling with them. 'Not really.'
'You've got to do something. You can't sit around here on your backside for all eternity.'
'I won't sit on my backside. Besides, my hip still hurts. The physio said I'm better off lying down.'
'Mum and Dad are wondering what you're going to do. There are no jobs in Stortfold.'
'I do know that.'
'But you're drifting. You don't seem to be interested in anything.'
'Treen, I just fell off a building. I'm recuperating.'
'And before that you were wafting around travelling. And then you were working in a bar until you knew what you wanted to do. You'll have to sort your head out at some point. If you're not going back to school, you have to figure out what it is you're actually going to do with your life.
'I'm just saying. Anyway, if you're going to stay in Stortfold, you need to rent out that flat. Mum and Dad can't support you for ever.'
'This from the woman who has been supported by the Bank of Mum and Dad for the past eight years.'
'I'm in full-time education. That's different. So, anyway, I went through your bank statements while you were in hospital, and after I'd paid all your bills, I worked out you've got about fifteen hundred pounds left over, including statutory sick pay. By the way, what the h.e.l.l were all those transatlantic phone calls?
They cost you a fortune.'
'None of your business.'
'So, I made you a list of estate agents in the area who do rentals. And then I thought maybe we could take another look at college applications. Someone might have dropped out of that course you wanted.'
'Treen. You're making me tired.''No point hanging around. You'll feel better once you've got some focus.'
For all it was annoying, there was something rea.s.suring about my sister nagging at me. n.o.body else dared to. It was as if my parents still believed there was something very wrong at the heart of me, and that I must be treated with kid gloves. Mum laid my was.h.i.+ng, neatly folded, on the end of my bed and cooked me three meals a day, and when I caught her watching me she would smile, an awkward half-smile, which covered everything we didn't want to say to each other. Dad took me to my physio appointments, sat beside me on the sofa to watch television and didn't even take the mickey out of me. Treena was the only one who treated me like she always had.
'You know what I'm going to say, don't you?'
I turned onto my side, wincing.
'I do. And don't.'
'Well, you know what Will would have said. You had a deal. You can't back out of it.'
'Okay. That's it, Treen. We're done with this conversation.'
'Fine. Thom's just coming out of the changing rooms. See you Friday!' she said, as if we had just been talking about music, or where she was going on holiday, or soap.
And I was left staring at the ceiling.
Y ou had a deal.
Yeah. And look how that turned out.
For all Treena moaned at me, in the weeks that had pa.s.sed since I'd come home I had made some progress. I'd stopped using the cane, which had made me feel around eighty-nine years old, and which I had managed to leave behind in almost every place I'd visited since coming home. Most mornings I took Granddad for a walk around the park, at Mum's request. The doctor had instructed him to take daily exercise but when she had followed him one day she had found he was simply walking to the corner shop to buy a b.u.mper pack of pork scratchings and eating them on a slow walk home.
We walked slowly, both of us with a limp and neither of us with any real place to be.
Mum kept suggesting we do the grounds of the castle 'for a change of scene', but I ignored her, and as the gate shut behind us each morning Granddad nodded firmly in the direction of the park. It wasn't just because this way was shorter, or closer to the betting shop. I think he knew I didn't want to go back there.
I wasn't ready. I wasn't sure I would ever be ready.
We did two slow circuits of the duck pond, and sat on a bench in the watery spring suns.h.i.+ne to watch the toddlers and their parents feeding the fat ducks, and the teenagers smoking, yelling and whacking each other; the helpless combat of early courts.h.i.+p. We took a stroll over to the bookie's so Granddad could lose three pounds on an each-way bet on a horse called Wag The Dog. Then, as he crumpled up his betting slip and threw it into the bin, I said I'd buy him a jam doughnut from the supermarket.
'Oh fat,' he said, as we stood in the bakery section.
I frowned at him.
'Oh fat,' he said, pointing at our doughnuts, and laughed.
'Oh. Yup. That's what we'll tell Mum. Low-fat doughnuts.'
Mum said his new medication made him giggly. I had decided there were worse things that could happen to you.Granddad was still giggling at his own joke as we queued at the checkout. I kept my head down, digging in my pockets for change. I was thinking about whether I would help Dad with the garden that weekend. So it took me a minute to grasp what was being said in whispers behind me.
'It's the guilt. They say she tried to jump off a block of flats.'
'Well, you would, wouldn't you? I know I couldn't live with myself.'
'I'm surprised she can show her face around here.'
I stood very still.
'You know, poor Josie Clark is still mortified. She goes to confession every single week, and you know that woman is as blameless as a line of clean laundry.'
Granddad was pointing at the doughnuts and mouthing at the checkout girl: 'Oh fat.'
She smiled politely. 'Eighty-six pence, please.'
'The Traynors have never been the same.'
'Well, it destroyed them, didn't it?'
'Eighty-six pence, please.'
It took me several seconds to register that the checkout girl was looking at me, waiting. I pulled a handful of coins from my pocket. My fingers fumbled as I tried to sort through them.
'You'd think Josie wouldn't dare leave her in sole charge of her granddaddy, wouldn't you?'
'You don't think she'd ...'
'Well, you don't know. She's done it the once, after all ...'
My cheeks were flaming. My money clattered onto the counter. Granddad was still repeating, 'OH FAT.
OH FAT,' at the bemused checkout girl, waiting for her to get the joke. I pulled at his sleeve. 'Come on, Granddad, we have to go.'
'Oh fat,' he insisted, again.
'Right,' she said, and smiled kindly.
'Please, Granddad.' I felt hot and dizzy, as if I might faint. They might still have been talking but my ears were ringing so loudly I couldn't tell.
'Bye-bye,' he said.
'Bye then,' said the girl.
'Nice,' said Granddad, as we emerged into the sunlight. Then, looking at me: 'Why you crying?'
So here is the thing about being involved in a catastrophic, life-changing event. You think it's just the catastrophic life-changing event that you're going to have to deal with: the flashbacks, the sleepless nights, the endless running over events in your head, asking yourself if you had done the right thing, said the things you should have said, whether you could have changed things, had you done it even a degree differently.
My mother had told me that being with Will at the end would affect the rest of my life, and I had thought she meant me, psychologically. I'd thought she meant the guilt I would have to learn to get over, the grief, the insomnia, the weird, inappropriate bursts of anger, the endless internal dialogue with someone who wasn't even there. But now I saw it wasn't just me: in a digital age, I would be that person for ever. Even if I managed to wipe the whole thing from my memory, I would never be allowed to disa.s.sociate myself from Will's death. My name would be tied to his for as long as there were pixels and a screen. Peoplewould form judgements about me, based on the most cursory knowledge or sometimes no knowledge at all and there was nothing I could do about it.
I cut my hair into a bob. I changed the way I dressed, bagging up everything that had ever made me distinctive and stuffing it into the back of my wardrobe. I adopted Treena's uniform of jeans and a generic T-s.h.i.+rt. Now, when I read newspaper stories about the bank teller who had stolen a fortune, the woman who had killed her child, the sibling who had disappeared, I found myself not shuddering in horror, as I once might have, but wondering instead at the story that hadn't made it into black and white.
What I felt with them was a weird kins.h.i.+p. I was tainted. The world around me knew it. Worse, I had started to know it too.
I tucked what remained of my dark hair into a beanie, put my sungla.s.ses on, and walked to the library, doing everything I could not to let my limp show, even though it made my jaw ache with concentration.
I made my way past the singing-toddler group in the children's corner, and the silent genealogy enthusiasts trying to confirm that, yes, they were distantly connected to King Richard III, and sat down in the corner with the files of local papers. It wasn't hard to locate August 2009. I took a breath, then opened them halfway and flicked through the headlines.
Local Man Ends His Life at Swiss Clinic Traynor Fami ly Ask for Privacy at 'Difficul t Time'
The 35-year-old son of Steven Traynor , custodian of Stortfold Castle, has ended his life at Dignitas, the controversial centre for a.s.sisted suicide. Mr Traynor was left quadriplegic after a traffic accident in 2007. He apparently travelled to the clinic with his family and his carer , Louisa Clark, 27, also from Stortfold.
Police are investigating the circ.u.mstances surrounding the death. Sources say they have not ruled out the possibility that a prosecution may arise.
Louisa Clark' s parents, Bernard and Josephine Clark, of Renfrew Road, refused to comment.
Camilla Traynor , a Justice of the Peace, is understood to have stood down from the bench following her son' s suicide. A local source said her position, given the actions of the family, had become 'untenable'.
And then there it was, Will's face, looking out from the grainy newspaper photograph. That slightly sardonic smile, the direct gaze. I felt, briefly, winded.
Mr Traynor' s death ends a successful career in the City, where he was known as a ruthless a.s.set stripper , but also as someone with a sure eye for a corporate bargain. His colleagues yesterday lined up to pay tribute to a man they described as I closed the newspaper. When I could be sure that I had got my face under control, I looked up. Around me the library hummed with quiet industry. The toddlers kept singing, their reedy voices chaotic and meandering, their mothers clapping fondly around them. The librarian behind me was discussing sotto voce, with a colleague, the best way to make Thai curry. The man beside me ran his finger down an ancient electoral roll, murmuring, 'Fisher, Fitzgibbon, Fitzwilliam ...'
I had done nothing. It was more than eighteen months and I had done nothing, bar sell drinks in two different countries and feel sorry for myself. And now, after four weeks back in the house I'd grown up in, I could feel Stortfold reaching out to suck me in, to rea.s.sure me that I could be fine here. It would be all right. There might be no great adventures, sure, and a bit of discomfort as people adjusted to my presence again, but there were worse things, right, than to be with your family, loved and secure? Safe?
I looked down at the pile of newspapers in front of me. The most recent front-page headline read: ROW OVER DISABLED PARKING s.p.a.cE IN FRONT OF POST OFFICEI thought back to Dad, sitting on my hospital bed, looking in vain for a report of an extraordinary accident.
I failed you, Will. I failed you in every way possible.
You could hear the shouting all the way up the street when I finally arrived home. As I opened the door my ears were filled with the sound of Thomas wailing. My sister was scolding him, her finger wagging, in the corner of the living room. Mum was leaning over Granddad with a was.h.i.+ng-up bowl of water and a scouring pad, while Granddad politely batted her away.
'What's going on?'
Mum moved to the side and I saw Granddad's face clearly for the first time. He was sporting a new set of jet black eyebrows and a thick black slightly uneven moustache.
'Permanent pen,' said Mum. 'From now on n.o.body is to leave Granddad napping in the same room as Thomas.'
'You have to stop drawing on things,' Treena was yelling. 'Paper only, okay? Not walls. Not faces. Not Mrs Reynolds's dog. Not my pants.'
'I was doing you days of the week!'
'I don't need days-of-the-week pants!' she shouted. 'And if I did I would spell Wednesday correctly!'
'Don't scold him, Treen,' said Mum, leaning back to see if she'd had any effect. 'It could be a lot worse.'
In our little house, Dad's footsteps coming down the stairs sounded like a particularly emphatic roll of thunder. He barrelled into the front room, his shoulders hunched in frustration, his hair standing up on one side. 'Can't a man get a nap in his own house on his day off? This place is like a ruddy madhouse.'
We all stopped and stared at him.
'What? What did I say?'
'Bernard '
'Ah, come on. Our Lou doesn't think I mean her '
'Oh, my sweet Lord.' Mum's hand flew to her face.
My sister had started to push Thomas out of the room. 'Oh, boy,' she hissed. 'Thomas, you'd better get out of here right now. Because I swear when your grandpa gets hold of you '
'What?' Dad frowned. 'What's the matter?'
Granddad barked a laugh. He held up a shaking finger.
It was almost magnificent. Thomas had coloured in the whole of Dad's face with blue marker pen. His eyes emerged like two gooseberries from a sea of cobalt blue. 'What?'
Thomas's voice, as he disappeared down the corridor, was a wail of protest. 'We were watching Avatar! He said he wouldn't mind being an avatar!'
Dad's eyes widened. He strode to the mirror over the mantelpiece.
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