rumpled from play-fighting with the Italian doctor. His Batman toy was still in his hand. âI donât get whatâs funny.â
âNothingâs funny. I was talking to Grandma. She was beingâ¦well, she was being Grandma.â
âShe also told me it isnât normal or natural for a young woman of your age to be on her own,â Jamie parroted. âI pointed out I live here too, but apparently I donât count.â
âYou count, Jamie.â Meg picked up the book theyâd been reading the night before. âBelieve me, you count.â
âI wouldnât mind if you got married. Especially if you married Dino. That would be super-cool.â
Meg thought about the heat theyâd generated in the small tent on the mountainside. âCoolâ wasnât the word she would have chosen. âJamie, Iâm not marrying Dino. Weâre not evenâ¦wellâ¦â
âYouâre not dating?â
âWhat do you know about dating?â
âItâs when a boy and a girl hold hands. Sometimes they kiss and stuff. I know you donât do it.â
âRight. Well, thatâs because I havenât met anyone I want toâ¦â she cleared her throat ââ¦hold hands with.â
âMaybe you will now weâve hung all the mistletoe everywhere. Grandma says you just wonât let a man close enough to hold your hand.â
âGrandma talks too much.â
âBut it could happen?â
Not in a million years. âMaybeâof course, you never know what will happen in this world.â
âCould it happen by Thursday?â
âThursday?â Meg blinked. âWhy Thursday?â
âThursday is Dadâs Day at school.â He sounded gloomy. âYouâre supposed to bring in your dad or some other important man in your life and theyâre all meant to talk about their jobs for five minutes.â
Meg felt as though ice water had been poured down her back. âThere are lots of kids in your school whose parents have split up.â
âNot in my class. Only Kevin and he still sees his dad every weekend. Iâm the only one whose dad doesnât actually visit. Freddie King says I must be a total loser if even my own dad doesnât want to be with me.â Jamie sat up and scrubbed his hand over his face. âI know you told me to be ass-assââ
âAssertive.â
âThatâs what I meantâassertive, but itâs hard to be assertive when heâs telling the truth.â His little mouth wobbled.
âIt isnât the truth, Jamie.â Meg felt boiling-hot anger replace the freezing cold. âDad didnât leave because of you,â she muttered thickly, pulling him into her arms and hugging him tightly. The plastic Batman dug into her back. âHe left because of me. Iâve told you that a thousand times. He leftbefore you were even born, so how could it have been about you? Technically, you werenât even here.â
âThe thought of me was enough to scare him away.â
âIt wasnât you who scared him away, it was me. I wasnât who he wanted me to be.â Meg eased him away from her. âYour dad wanted a really girly girl, and Iâm, well, Iâm not like that. Iâve never been that great with hair and dresses and make-up and all that stuff.â
But other women were.
Do you really need to ask why I had an affair with Georgina? Because sheâs glamorous, Meg, thatâs why.
Meg sat still, shocked by how much it could still hurt, even after more than seven years.
Jamie snuggled under the covers, clearly reassured by her words. âBut you can do all the important things. Youâre like Mrs Incredible. I mean, not with the stretchy arms, but you can climb, and slide down ropes and stuff. Thatâs cool.â
Mrs Incredible. Meg swallowed down the lump in her throat. âWell, you think itâs cool, but