wrong, of course he did, but on those occasions he didn’t particularly care. He was invincible, there would be no consequences and no repercussions.
Ruth had caught him with the nanny six months previously. There had only been a few incidences with her in particular, but he knew that if there were levels of fairness for having affairs, which in his opinion there were, sex with the nanny was somewhere close to the bottom. There had been nobody since then, apart from a fumble with Alison, which had been a mistake. If there were levels of acceptable excuses for having affairs, and there were for Lou, then that would have been at the top. He’d been drunk, she was attractive, and it had happened but he regretted it deeply. It didn’t count.
‘Lou,’ Ruth snapped, breaking into his thoughts and giving him a fright.
He looked at her. ‘Morning,’ he smiled. ‘You’ll never guess what I was just thinking ab—’
‘Do you not hear that?’ she interrupted him. ‘You’re wide awake, staring at the ceiling.’
‘Huh?’ He turned to his left and noticed the clock had struck six. ‘Oh, sorry.’ He leaned across and switched off the beeping alarm.
He’d clearly done something wrong because her face went a deep red and she fired herself out of bed as though she had been released from a catapult, then charged out of the room, her hair firing out in all directions as though she’d stuck her fingers in a socket. It was only then that he heard Pud’s cries again.
‘Shit.’ He rubbed his eyes tiredly.
‘You said a bad wud,’ said a little voice from behind the door.
‘Morning, Lucy,’ he smiled.
Her figure appeared then, a pink-sleeping-suited five-year-old, dragging her blanket along the ground behind her, her chocolate-brown hair and fringe tousled from her sleep. Her big brown eyes were the picture of concern. She stood at the end of the bed and Lou waited for her to say something.
‘You’re coming tonight, aren’t you, Daddy?’
‘What’s on tonight?’
‘My school play.’
‘Oh yeah, that, sweetie; you don’t really want me to go to that, do you?’
She nodded.
‘But why?’ He rubbed his eyes tiredly. ‘You know how busy Daddy is, it’s very hard for me to get there.’
‘But I’ve been practising.’
‘Why don’t you show me now, and then I won’t have to see you later.’
‘But I’m not wearing my costume.’
‘That’s okay. I’ll use my imagination. Mum always says it’s good to do that, doesn’t she?’ He kept an eye on the door to make sure Ruth wasn’t listening. ‘And you can do it for me while I get dressed, okay?’
He threw the covers off and, as Lucy started prancing around, he rushed about the room, throwing on shorts and a vest for the gym.
‘Daddy, you’re not looking!’
‘I am, sweetheart, come downstairs to the gym with me. There are lots of mirrors there for you to practise in front of, that’ll be fun, won’t it?’
Once on the treadmill, he turned on the plasma and started watching Sky News.
‘Daddy, you’re not looking.’
‘I am, sweetie.’ He glanced at her once. ‘What are you?’
‘A leaf. It’s a windy day and I fall off the tree and I have to go like this.’ She twirled around the gym again and Lou looked away and back at the TV.
‘What’s a leaf got to do with Jesus?’
‘The singer?’ She stopped spinning and held on to the weights bench, slightly dizzy now.
He frowned. ‘No, not the singer. What’s the play about?’
She took a deep breath and then spoke as though she had memorised the story by heart. ‘The three wise men have to find a star.’
‘Follow a star,’ he corrected her, picking up the pace now and breaking out into a jog.
‘No, they find a star. So they are judges on the Find a Star show, and then Pontius Pilate sings and everybody boos and then Judas sings and everybody boos and then Jesus sings and then he wins because he has the X-factor.’
‘Jesus Christ.’ Lou rolled his eyes.
‘Yes, “Jesus Christ the Superstar” it’s called.’ She danced around some more.
‘So why are you a leaf?’
She shrugged and he had to laugh.
‘Will you come to see me, pleeeease?’
‘Yep,’ he said, wiping his face on a towel.
‘Promise?’
‘Absolutely,’ he said dismissively. ‘Okay, you go back up to your mum now, I’ve to take a shower.’
Twenty minutes later and already in work mode, Lou went into the kitchen to say a quick goodbye. Pud was in his highchair, rubbing banana and Liga into his hair; Lucy was sucking on a spoon and watching cartoons at top volume; and Ruth was in her dressing gown making Lucy’s school lunch. She looked exhausted.
‘Bye.’ He kissed Lucy on the head; she didn’t budge she was so engrossed in her cartoon. He hovered above Pud, trying to find a place on his face that wasn’t filled with food. ‘Eh, bye.’ He pecked him awkwardly on the top of his head. He made his way around to Ruth.
‘Do you want to meet me there at six or go together from here?’
‘Where?’
‘The school.’
‘Oh. About that.’ He lowered his voice.
‘You have to go, you promised.’ She stopped buttering the bread to look at him with instant anger.
‘Lucy showed me the dance downstairs and we had a talk, so she’s fine about me not being there.’ He picked at a slice of ham. ‘Do you know why the hell she’s a leaf in a nativity play?’
Ruth laughed. ‘Lou, I know you’re playing with me. I told you to put this in your diary last month. And then I reminded you last week, and I called that woman Tracey at the office –’
‘Ah, that’s what happened.’ He clicked his fingers in a gosh, darn-it kind of way. ‘Wires crossed. Tracey’s gone. Alison replaced her. So maybe there was a problem when they switched over.’ He tried to say it playfully, but Ruth’s happy face was slowly dissolving to disappointment, hatred, disgust, all rolled into one and all directed at him.
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