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“Anna! What does she mean? There’s . . . there was nothing between
me and Megan Hipwell.”
“I found the phone, Tom,” she says, her voice so small, she’s almost
inaudible. “So please, don’t. Don’t lie. Just don’t lie to me.”
The child starts to grizzle and moan. Very gently, Tom takes her from
Anna’s arms. He walks across to the window, rocking his daughter from
side to side, murmuring to her all the while. I can’t hear what he’s
saying. Anna’s head is bowed, tears dripping from her chin onto the
kitchen table.
“Where is it?” Tom says, turning to face us, the laughter gone from
his face. “The phone, Anna. Did you give it to her?” He jerks his head in
my direction. “Do you have it?”
“I don’t know anything about a phone,” I tell him, wishing that Anna
had mentioned this earlier.
Tom ignores me. “Anna? Did you give it to her?”
Anna shakes her head.
“Where is it?”
“I threw it away,” she says. “Over the fence. By the track.”
“Good girl. Good girl,” he says distractedly. He’s trying to figure
things out, work out where to go from here. He glances at me and then
looks away. For just a moment, he looks beaten.
He turns to Anna. “You were so tired all the time,” he says. “You just
weren’t interested. Everything was about the baby. Isn’t that right? It was
all about you, wasn’t it? All about you!” And just like that, he’s on top
again, perked up, pulling faces at his daughter, tickling her tummy,
making her smile. “And Megan was so . . . well, she was available.
“At first, it was over at her place,” he says. “But she was so paranoid
about Scott finding out. So we started meeting at the Swan. It was . . .
Well, you remember what it was like, don’t you, Anna? At the
beginning, when we used to go to that house on Cranham Road. You
understand.” He glances back over his shoulder at me and winks. “That’s
where Anna and I used to meet, back in the good old days.”
He shifts his daughter from one arm to the other, allowing her to rest
against his shoulder. “You think I’m being cruel, but I’m not. I’m telling
the truth. That’s what you want, isn’t it, Anna? You asked me not to lie.”
Anna doesn’t look up. Her hands are gripping the edge of the table,
her entire body rigid.
Tom gives a loud sigh. “It’s a relief, if I’m honest.” He’s talking to
me, looking at me directly. “You have no idea how exhausting it is,
coping with people like you. And, fuck, I tried. I tried so hard to help