‘I’m just not sure I can trust you, that’s all.’
‘Trust? You want to talk about trust?’
‘You can be very hurtful sometimes, Abby,’ said Susanna.
For God’s sake!Abby felt a flash of anger. She didn’t dare say anything; instead she grabbed hold of the oars and started to row vehemently towards Ellie. She only slowed her pace as she came alongside her sister. Then she held the boat steady as Ellie hauled herself back on board.
‘Everything all right?’ asked Ellie, as she looked between her mother and sister.
‘Everything’s wonderful,’ smiled Susanna. ‘Abby and I were just chatting about breakfast.’
Back at the house, Ellie decided to take a wander into the village. Abby was fixing some food for everyone, and Susanna was tired from the early start and had returned to bed for a lie-in after all, so Ellie sneaked out on her own.
It was only a short stroll down to the village and when Ellie arrived she was delighted to see it was market day. She wandered amongst the stalls piled high with the best of the season’s produce: fat melons; soft fuzzy peaches; ripe, bulbous plum tomatoes. Another stall was filled with a mind-boggling range of cheeses: everything from milky-white mozzarella to creamy blue-veined gorgonzola. The smell of breads filled the air and Ellie bought a rosemary-studded focaccia to take back to the house. As she walked along the lanes, the sun now high in the sky, she wondered how she’d find her sister and mother. There had definitely been an atmosphere on the boat when she’d come back from her swim. It was the second time since she’d arrived that she’d interrupted them only to sense they were hiding something from her.
Ellie came into the house and took the bread to the kitchen.
‘That looks nice,’ said Abby, taking it from her. ‘You have fun?’
‘It was great. I could have bought loads more.’
‘Oh Ellie, focaccia! My favourite,’ said Susanna as she entered the kitchen.
‘Right, I think we’ve missed breakfast,’ said Abby. ‘This is lunch. Hungry?’
Ellie nodded and was about to take plates of hams and cheeses outside when Abby suddenly spoke.
‘Oh, by the way, you haven’t seenCharlie and the Chocolate Factory, have you? Only it’s not on the shelf.’
Ellie froze. Oh God, she’d done that thing last night. Put it in her suitcase in a fit of pique.
She turned to Abby, smiled. ‘Yes, I borrowed it last night when I couldn’t sleep. I’ll go and get it.’
Ellie made her way quickly upstairs. She’d dive into her room, retrieve the book and hand it back to Abby. As she went into her bedroom she quietly pushed the door to behind her. Then she scurried over to the bed, pulled out her suitcase and undid the zip on the front pocket.
‘What are you doing?’ asked a voice from behind her.
Ellie spun around to see Abby in the doorway, a look of disquiet on her face.
‘Just getting the book,’ said Ellie, awkwardly holding it up.
‘It was in your suitcase.’
‘Yes.’
‘Why?’
Ellie struggled to think but could see no way out. ‘Oh, for God’s sake, Abby, will you stop talking to me like I’m a recalcitrant schoolgirl. I was annoyed, OK? I was pretending it was mine for a bit. I was going to put it back.’
Abby was quiet for a moment and Ellie took the opportunity to stand up, brush herself down. ‘There,’ she said, holding out the book.
Abby didn’t take it. ‘Were you?’ she asked. ‘Or if I hadn’t noticed it wasn’t on the bookshelf, would you have kept it?’
‘No! Course not.’
Her denial hung in the air, mocking both of them.
Abby nodded. ‘You should have it.’
