The Shock of the Fall (Special edition) (26 page)

Patricia walked behind us, wearing her leopard-skin leotard top and a pair of Lycra leggings. She was carrying a bowl of crisps in one hand, and a bowl of peanuts in the other. Someone else was behind her with a plate of sausage rolls.

I guess that nudged me back a bit too.

‘Is this what you’re after, Matt?’ Steve asked again.

‘Yeah. That’s it. Thanks Steve.’

18th July 09

Dear Aunty Mel,

I hope that you are well and enjoying the summer. I hope that Uncle Brian is well too, and Peter and Sam. This letter is for all of you. I’ll be writing a separate one to Aaron in London.

Thank you for the cards you sent me when I was in hospital. I know it’s a long time to wait to say thank you and I’m sorry for that. I’ll get to the point. Did you know that it is nearly 10 years exactly since Simon died? His accident happened on August 15th 1999. I have decided that on August 15th this year it would be good to have a memorial.

I have done the arranging myself. The memorial will be in Bristol at the Beavers and Brownies Hut near to Mum and Dad. I did think of having it at the church hall but Simon found church dead boring. And if you remember we had his tenth birthday at the Beavers and Brownies Hut and that was really good.

The memorial will be at 12 o’clock. I hope you can come.

Love Matt.

18th July 09

Dear Aaron and Jenny,

I hope that you are well and enjoying the summer. Nanny Noo tells me that the summer feels hotter in London because of all the traffic. It’s hot here too.

It’s Matt by the way. Aaron’s cousin. I know it’s not like me to write so I will start by thanking you for the Christmas cards you always send me. I’m crap at that sort of thing.

Aaron did you know it is nearly ten years to the day that Simon died? There will be a memorial for him which I am arranging at the Beavers and Brownies Hut near to my parents’ house at 12 o’clock on August 15th. I know that you are very busy with your new job at the bank but it is a Saturday so I hope you will be able to come. You can stay at my flat if you need somewhere to stay.

See you then hopefully, Matt.

P.S. Jenny. I know you never met Simon but he would have really liked you so please come too if you want. Also I’m really sorry if I’ve got your name wrong. Part of me thinks it’s Gemma. Please forgive me if I got it wrong. Not making excuses, but I am a schizophrenic.

18th July 09

Dear Aunt Jacqueline,

It’s Matthew Homes. Your nephew. It’s been a long time since I saw you and I know that is because you don’t really get on that well with my mum. Nor do I some of the time, so I understand.

I would like to invite you to a 10 year memorial for my brother Simon. It will be at the Brownies and Beavers Hut near to Mum and Dad’s house on August 15th at 12 o’clock. I’ve already hired it.

I hope to see you then. Also I know you smoke quite a lot and so do I. So we can keep each other company.

Matt

18th July 09

Dear Nanny Noo and Granddad,

Nanny I really wanted to tell you about this when you came to see me on Thursday but I knew you would want to get an invitation in the post like everyone else.

Guess what I have done? Last week I looked up the number for the Brownies Hut near to Mum and Dad’s, and I have booked it for August 15th.

I have decided to arrange a memorial. I didn’t really know what they were, but do you remember what I told you about Annabelle? How she sort of had one for her mum? That got me thinking. It got me thinking a lot. And I think we should do one too. I’ve been planning it for ages. You don’t have to, but if you want to help me make the sandwiches and stuff then you can. But you really don’t have to. See you next Thursday. See you soon Granddad – I hope your cough is getting better.

Love Matt

July 18th 09

Dear Mum and Dad,

Last year when I was in hospital I told you that I wanted to do something this summer. I didn’t tell you what it was but you said that you trusted me to do it anyway.

I never said thank you. So thank you.

On 15th August we are having a memorial for Simon. I have invited the whole family. Or I will invite them but I need you to tell me their addresses first. I’ve written the invitation letters already and I’ve bought all the envelopes and stamps. I’ve also booked the Brownies and Beavers Hut for 12 o’clock. I will bring all the food.

I hope you will understand that I had to do this by myself. I needed it to be something that I did for him, because you already did so much – but I never got to.

Love Matthew

Knock

Knockknock

Of course, of course she came to help.

‘You didn’t have to bring stuff, Nanny.’

‘Nonsense. It’s just a few bits and bobs. It’s not right you buying everything.’

I was so pleased to see her. I hadn’t slept well. I know it wasn’t much to arrange, but when the day arrived I was full of worries. Nanny stepped into my kitchen and saw the tower of hurriedly cut ham sandwiches, stacked on the counter. ‘Wonderful,’ she said. ‘You’re nearly done. Now you remembered Aunt Jacky’s vegetarian?’

‘Is she?’

Nanny smiled and budged me aside with a swing of her hip. ‘You’ve done lots. Let me take over for a while. You get washed and dressed.’

By the time I was out of the shower, all the sandwiches were in neat triangles on a serving tray, and she was crouched in front of the oven checking on the mini sausage rolls. ‘Good timing,’ she said. ‘Help me up. My knees are on their way out, I’m sure of it. I’ll be as bad as your granddad soon.’

I helped her to her feet. ‘I’ve bought crisps too,’ I said. ‘Should I put them in bowls?’

‘We can do that when we’re there, sweetheart. They’ll stay fresher in the packs.’

‘Yeah. Sorry. I’m a bit— I want it to be perfect.’

Nanny Noo didn’t respond to that straight away. She lit a menthol cigarette from her secret pack in my kitchen drawer, blowing the smoke out of the window. She only smoked half before stubbing it out. Then she placed her hand against my cheek, and kissed me on my forehead. ‘It doesn’t need to be perfect,’ she said at last. ‘It’s already wonderful.’

‘Thank you, Nanny.’

She tapped on the kitchen counter, ‘Now, you start taking some of this down to the car. I can’t go up and down those stairs. Not with these knees.’

‘Thank you.’

It wasn’t perfect.

There were things I didn’t properly think through. Take the Beavers and Brownies Hut. It’s bigger than I remembered, and there weren’t really that many of us.

When the man met Nanny and me in the car park to give us the keys – and to explain how important it was not to prop open the fire doors with anything, because they’d had trouble with that before, and the amateur dramatics troop were unlikely to be allowed to rehearse there next summer if they didn’t stop scuffing the floor with black-soled footwear, and how to open and shut the top windows with the hook on the pole, and a bunch of other stuff that I didn’t properly listen to – he asked how many were in our group, then looked at me like I’d made a mistake.

Aaron and Jenny couldn’t make it. They sent a message with Aunty Mel to say they were so sorry but it was a friend’s wedding and Aaron was Best Man. There was nothing they could do, but their thoughts were with us, and they hoped to see everyone soon.

Aunty Mel did come, and she brought my youngest cousin, Sam. But Uncle Brian had to work, and Peter was away on some trekking weekend with the Duke of Edinburgh’s Awards.

‘If he didn’t go,’ Aunty Mel explained in a whisper. ‘He’d miss out on his silver.’

‘Of course, of course,’ Mum whispered back. ‘Well, he’s got lovely weather for it hasn’t he? If it’s anything like here. Almost too hot for hiking, I’d think.’

‘Beautiful, isn’t it? The forecast says it might turn tomorrow though.’

We were all hovering at the long fold-out table, where Nanny Noo had helped me to lay out the food and bottles of fizzy pop. Behind us was a small circle of chairs that I’d set out, and behind them were about fifty more, all stacked up against the far wall.

‘I didn’t ask about your drive, Mel?’ Dad said. Except he probably did ask, because she went to their house first to freshen up. And knowing my dad, it was the first thing he asked.

‘Oh it wasn’t too bad, thanks Richard.’ Aunty Mel turned to Sam, ‘Was it darling?’

Sam shrugged, stuffing a sausage roll in his mouth and Aunty Mel continued, ‘Although there was a bit of traffic build-up coming onto—’

‘The M4,’ Dad interrupted, nodding vigorously. ‘That’s right. I did ask, because you said you didn’t have time to stop at the services.’

‘Oh, yes. Yes. Still. Just as well. They’re extortionate these days, aren’t they? I read somewhere recently they were going to introduce some new laws to curb that.’

‘But it’s a captive market, isn’t it?’ Dad said. ‘It’s ridiculous. Five pounds for a cheese toastie.’

‘And the rest,’ Mum said.

‘And the rest,’ Dad said.

‘Are you joining us for cake, Matt?’

That was the student social worker – the one with the gold hooped earrings. She just took a sneaky peek over my shoulder as she skipped by.

It’ll be all awkward conversations there too. ‘Um— I’ll be through in a bit,’ I told her. ‘I’m nearly done.’

‘No rush,’ she said.

It’s hard to concentrate today, with so much going on.

Nobody cared about the prices at motorway service stations. Nobody wanted to be having this conversation.

It was just hard to know how to begin, because we’re not one of those families like you get in EastEnders, where all they ever talk about is the big and important stuff. We’re the kind of family who don’t talk very much at all, and when we do talk, it isn’t really about anything.

The conversation trailed off, and all you could hear was the clicking of the wall clock, until Mum asked Jacqueline, ‘Any nice plans for the rest of summer?’

When I last saw Aunt Jacqueline she would always dress in black and even wear black lipstick. And she always had a cigarette hanging from her lips. But now she wore a brightly coloured flowing dress and a pink headscarf, and she didn’t smoke at all.

‘Pardon?’ she asked.

Mum had taken a bite of sandwich and had to chew for ages before she could swallow it, ‘Sorry. Any nice plans for the rest of summer?’

‘We might go away again,’ Aunt Jacqueline answered breezily, linking arms with her new boyfriend, who was staring at the bowls of crisps.

‘Oh lovely,’ Mum said.

‘But we haven’t decided yet, have we?’

‘Hmm? No, no.’

Aunt Jacqueline’s new boyfriend was really tall and thin, and wore cut-off denim shorts and sandals. He had long white hair in a ponytail, and a scruffy white beard. He was a vegan.

Nanny Noo could have kicked herself because it was her who insisted we used proper butter in the sandwiches, instead of my tub of margarine. So all he could eat were the crisps. Except even that was a problem because Aunt Jacqueline’s new boyfriend wouldn’t eat the Beef & Onion flavoured crisps, and instead of just not eating them he gave this sort of hushed lecture about how he had a moral uneasiness with foods that were flavoured to taste like animals, even if they didn’t have animals in them.

Mum looked at me, and rolled her eyes.

‘Is there a toilet?’ asked Sam.

‘Just through there,’ Nanny Noo pointed.

Then we all took our seats, with our paper plates on our knees, and listened to the sound of Sam’s loud trickle of piss through the thin toilet door.

So it wasn’t perfect. But that didn’t matter. Because this wasn’t about what was in the sandwiches, or the huge empty space around our little huddle of chairs. Maybe it took us a while, but then Nanny Noo was right all along. It was wonderful.

‘Good lad, weren’t he?’

Granddad loosened his tie and undid his top button. He was wearing his smart white shirt, but you could see the dirt still under his fingernails from an early start on the allotment. I think it took courage for him to speak first. He keeps himself to himself, which is why you haven’t got to know him too well. But one thing I’ve learnt about people, is that they can always surprise you.

My granddad wasn’t finished, ‘Brightened up the room, he did. Just by being there.’