Ive realized that it just wasnt meant.
My smile is pasted on my face.Says Mum, looking relieved.Oh, you know, I say after a pause.She looks as though this is all totally imminent; as though theres a woman in labour screaming in the bedroom and floodwaters are rising outside the window, and how will we contact the helicopter?For a while, Mum referred to him as He Who Must Not Be Named.Mum has head over heels game told me my great-aunt was 105 approximately 105 times.Im just saying, people do sometimes get back together.(I dont know why the shortbread is relevant but it always gets mentioned.).Yes, I did know about interest on parking tickets.
Of course I dont just exist on pizza, black-cherry yogurts and vodka.
Mum comes over and kisses the top of my head.I mean, OK, maybe I havent moved on totally, I amend as I see their dubious expressions, but Ive accepted that Josh doesnt want to talk.Dad and Mum exchange looks.We should never have told her about that, she murmurs, rubbing her brow.My smile becomes even more cult-like.I try to sound as if this is a ridiculous idea.What if there was an emergency?Mums shaking her head and pointing at Dad as though to say, You go!The Subject is hovering in the air.