Eventually, after cupping my hands against the door and yelling that I wasn’t going away until he opened it, the back door creaked open and Ebenezer stood there, glowering.
Today, his T-shirt said,Does my head look bald in this?
‘I came to say thank you for the flowers, but if I’m going to pass on your good wishes, I need to know your name.’
He stood there, his eyebrows so long that I could barely see if there were any eyes hiding beneath.
‘Like I said two months ago, I’m Ollie.’
Just as I was about to crack and stomp back home, he replied.
‘Ebenezer.’
‘Um… what?’ I felt a flush rise up my neck, before spotting the definite crease of a smirk hiding in the depths of his beard.
Both caterpillar eyebrows rose, clear body language foryes, I do know what you call me behind my back.
‘It probably suits me. You can stick with that.’
I cleared my throat. ‘I would really like to do you the courtesy of calling you by your actual name.’
‘Really?’ Ebenezer gave a comically slow, stiff shrug. How he managed to prune hedges and construct wooden shelters was beyond me. ‘I’ve always considered a nickname to be a gesture of affection between friends.’
He ducked his chin. ‘Ebenezer is fine.’
Then, conversation over, he closed the door.
* * *
‘I’ve been thinking – who’s going to look after Mum when you’re working and I’m at holiday club and then back at school?’ Joan asked while we were eating dinner.
Good question. We’d both witnessed Leanne’s attempt at hauling herself out of bed to shuffle to the bathroom, and it wasn’t pretty.
‘When I’m working at home, I could keep an eye on her. Either at yours, or she could come here.’
Joan pushed a piece of tortellini round for a second lap of her plate. ‘I don’t know if I’m big enough to help her up the stairs and things. What about in the mornings and the evenings?’
‘Dr Kapoor won’t let her home until she’s able to do things like that herself.’
‘But the doctor said she might never get any better!’ She looked at me, eyes wide with panic. ‘Does that mean she won’t be allowed to come home?’
‘No!’ I put down my fork. ‘She will definitely come home. There’s lots of different equipment they can give someone if they’re struggling. You can even have people whose job it is to come in every morning to help someone get up and dressed, just while they’re recovering. But I really think that in a few days your mum will be much stronger again, now she’s having all that medicine.’
‘Not if she has cancer.’
I took a deep breath. ‘Maybe not, then. Depending on where it is and what they can do to treat it.’
Joan slowly chewed another mouthful. ‘I need to find my grandparents.’
‘Oh! Wow. That’s an interesting idea.’Or a really terrible one.
‘I don’t know anything about them, but sometimes Mum forgets she’s pretending they don’t exist and lets something slip like what they did on Christmas Day or how they sang silly songs in the car.’ She looked at me, forehead wrinkled in thought. ‘They sound like nice people. Not like the people we ran away from, Archer or the other men. I think they might really miss Mum and want to help.’
I nodded. ‘I agree. Althoughmightis an important word, here. They might have had a terrible fight that means they’ve been trying to pretend she doesn’t exist, too. Your mum talks about the odd good thing, but there might have been lots of bad things that happened growing up as well, and that’s why she never wants to talk about them.’
Joan nodded. ‘I know that. I know how horrible people can be, Ollie. I’m not getting my hopes up that this is going to be like some film where there’s a big, happy reunion and everything is perfect. I probably won’t even find them, and if I do I might wish I hadn’t. But it has to be worth a try.’
‘I agree. We could maybe speak to the social worker about it?’
