before i die Jenny Downham

twenty-six

Dad sweeps a feather duster across the coffee table, over the mantelpiece and then across all four window ledges. He opens the curtains wider and switches on both lamps. Its as if hes trying to warn the dark away.
Mum, sitting next to me on the sofa, has a face shocked with the familiar. d forgotten, she says.
What?
The way you get in such a panic.
He glares at her suspiciously. Is that an insult?
She takes the duster from him and hands him the glass of sherry shes been swigging and re-filling since breakfast. Here, she says. Youve got some catching up to do.
I think she woke up drunk. She certainly woke up in Dads bed with him. Cal dragged me along the landing to look.
Number seven, I told him.
What?
On my list. I was going to travel the world, but I swapped it for getting Mum and Dad back together.
He grinned at me, as if it was all my doing, when actually they did it all by themselves. We opened our stockings and presents on their bedroom floor while they gazed sleepily down on us. It was like being in a time warp.
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Dad goes over to the dining table now and shuffles forks and napkins about. Hes decorated the table with crackers and little snowmen made of cotton wool. Hes folded serviettes into origami lilies.
I told them one oclock, he says.
Cal groans from behind his Beano annual. I dont know why you told them anything. Theyre weird.
Shush, Mum tells him. Christmas spirit!
Christmas stupid, he mumbles, and he rolls over on the carpet and stares mournfully up at her. I wish it was just us.
Mum nudges him with her shoe, but he wont smile. She waves the feather duster at him. Want some of this?
Just try it! He leaps up, laughing, and dashes across the room to Dad. Mum races after him, but Dad protects him by standing in her way and batting her off with fake karate chops.
Youre going to knock something over, I tell them, but nobody listens. Instead, Mum shoves the feather duster between Dads legs and jiggles it about. He grabs it from her and sticks it down her blouse, then chases her round the table.
Its odd how irritating I find it. I wanted them to get back together, but this isnt quite what I meant. I thought theyd be deeper than this.
Theyre making so much noise we miss the doorbell. Theres a sudden rap on the window.
Oops, Mum says. Our guests are here! She looks giddy as she skips off to open the door. Dad adjusts his trousers. Hes still smiling as he and Cal follow her out to the hallway.
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I stay just where I am on the sofa. I cross my legs. I uncross them. I pick up the TV guide and casually flip through the pages.
Look whos here, Mum says as she steers Adam into the lounge. Hes wearing a shirt with buttons, and chinos instead of jeans. Hes combed his hair.
Happy Christmas, he says.
You too.
I got you a card.
Mum winks at me. ll leave you two alone then. Which isnt exactly subtle.
Adam sits on the arm of the chair opposite and watches me open the card. It has a cartoon reindeer on the front with holly wrapped around its antlers. Inside, hes written, Have a good one! There are no kisses.
I stand it up on the coffee table between us and we both look at it. I ache with something. It feels thin and old, as if nothing will make it go away.
About the other night . . . I say.
He slides himself from the arm of the chair into the seat. What about it?
Do you think we should talk about it?
He hesitates, as if this might be a trick question. Probably.
Because I was thinking maybe you were a bit freaked out. I dare to look at him. Are you?
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But before he can answer, the lounge door opens and Cal comes crashing in.
You got me juggling clubs! he announces. He stands in front of Adam looking utterly amazed. How did you know I wanted them? Theyre so cool! Look, I can nearly do it already.
Hes useless. Clubs spin across the lounge in all directions. Adam laughs, picks them up, and then has a go himself. Hes surprisingly good, managing seventeen catches before dropping them.
You reckon you could do it with knives? Cal asks him. Because I saw this man once who juggled with an apple and three knives. He peeled the apple and ate it while he juggled. Could you teach me to do that before Im twelve?
ll help you practise.
How easy they are with each other as they flip the clubs between them. How easy it is for them to talk about the future.
Adams mum comes in and sits next to me on the sofa. We shake hands, which is slightly weird. Her hands are small and dry. She looks tired, as if shes been travelling for days.
m Sally, she says. Weve got a present for you too.
She hands over a carrier bag. Inside is a box of chocolates. Its not even wrapped up. I get it out and turn it over on my lap.
Cal passes her the juggling clubs. Want to have a go? She looks doubtful, but stands up anyway. ll show you what to do, he says.
Adam sits in her place next to me on the sofa. He leans in close and says, m not freaked out.
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