The disturbed night was the cause of a late morning and it was after nine when Suzanne picked up her cup of coffee and went through to the living room. In the past, she had been a bit sniffy about having the television on during the day, but the news wasn’t a soap, was it? She watched the over-jolly presenters who somehow managed to giggle and flirt even though they must have been up at the crack of dawn. After she watched the serious bulletin that told her nothing new.
The phone was a welcome relief.
She was surprised to hear Steve’s voice. Lucy’s husband hardly ever rang. She’d see him now and then on visits of course but Lucy was her mate, and he was just – well – he was just her mate’s husband.
“Steve. What can I do for you?”
“Is Lucy with you?”
She ignored his rudeness. He sounded very put out. “Sorry, I don’t know what you mean?”
“I think I was pretty clear. Is she there with you? I’ve tried ringing her. The girls are coming later. If she’s with you she needs to get her arse back here. This is not funny. Okay, we had a row, we can talk about that later. I’ve driven back especially early so we could sort things out before the family arrive and she’s not bloody here.”
“Steve. Steve mate, she’s not here. I haven’t seen her since we went to town. I talked to her yesterday but no, I promise you she’s not here.”
“Well, where the hell is she?”
“Sorry, Steve, I just don’t know. And in case you were wondering she didn’t say anything to me about a row. She said you were away for work and back at the weekend. That was all. To be honest we had other things on our minds. Ginny has disappeared. Well, no, not disappeared exactly just gone off and not told us. We were a bit miffed and a bit worried. But apart from that Lucy seemed fine. Normal. She was looking forward to the weekend. Maybe she’s gone out for a run. You know what she’s like for running and with the girls coming she probably thought she wouldn’t get a chance. I bet she’ll be back really soon all hot and whatnot and you can have some sweaty make-up s…– oh well, you know.”
What was she doing? Why was she gabbling like this to her mate’s husband? She didn’t do that.
“Well, okay, you might be right. Sorry if I was a bit sharp with you. I was cross, tired and hungry and then she wasn’t here.”
“Yeah. I get it. Don’t worry. Just one thing though, let me know when she comes back, yeah?”
“I will. Perhaps we’ll see you over the weekend. If the weather holds I might do a barbie on Sunday, the girls love that. Come over.”
“Brill. I’d love to. Take care, Steve.”