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‘Fairbrother’s dead。 Collapsed at the golf club last night。 Sam and I were having dinner at the Birdie。’
‘Fairbrother’s dead？’ roared Howard。
The inflection implied that he had been expecting some dramatic change in the status of Barry Fairbrother； but that even he had not anticipated actual death。
‘Collapsed in the car park；’ repeated Miles。
‘Good God；’ said Howard。 ‘He wasn’t much past forty； was he？ Good God。’
Miles and Samantha listened to Howard breathing like a blown horse。 He was always short of breath in the mornings。
‘What was it？ Heart？’
‘Something in his brain； they think。 We went with Mary to the hospital and—’
But Howard was not paying attention。 Miles and Samantha heard him speaking away from his mouthpiece。
‘Barry Fairbrother！ Dead！ It’s Miles！’
‘Sam and I went in the ambulance；’ Miles enunciated clearly。 ‘With Mary and the body。’
Samantha noticed how Miles’ second version emphasized what you might call the more mercial aspect of the story。 Samantha did not blame him。 Their reward for enduring the awful experience was the right to tell people about it。 She did not think she would ever forget it： Mary wailing； Barry’s eyes still half open above the muzzle…like mask； she and Miles trying to read the paramedic’s expression； the cramped jolting； the dark windows； the terror。
‘Good God；’ said Howard for the third time； ignoring Shirley’s soft background questioning； his attention all Miles’。 ‘He just dropped down dead in the car park？’
‘Yep；’ said Miles。 ‘Moment I saw him it was pretty obvious there was nothing to be done。’
It was his first lie； and he turned his eyes away from his wife as he told it。 She remembered his big protective arm around Mary’s shaking shoulders： He’ll be OK … he’ll be OK …
But after all； thought Samantha； giving Miles his due； how were you supposed to know one way or the other； when they were strapping on masks and shoving in needles？ It had seemed as though they were trying to save Barry； and none of them had known for certain that it was no good until the young doctor had walked towards Mary at the hospital。 Samantha could still see； with awful clarity； Mary’s naked； petrified face； and the expression of the bespectacled； sleek…haired young woman in the white coat： posed； yet a little wary … they showed that sort of thing on television dramas all the time； but when it actually happened …
‘Not at all；’ Miles was saying。 ‘Gavin was only playing squash with him on Thursday。’
‘And he seemed all right then？’
‘Oh yeah。 Thrashed Gavin。’
‘Good God。 Just goes to show you； doesn’t it？ Just goes to show。 Hang on； Mum wants a word。’
A clunk and a clatter； and Shirley’s soft voice came on the line。
‘What a dreadful shock； Miles；’ she said。 ‘Are you all right？’
Samantha took a clumsy mouthful of coffee； it trickled from the corners of her mouth down the sides of her chin； and she mopped her face and chest with her sleeve。 Miles had adopted the voice he often used when speaking to his mother： deeper than usual； a take…mand nothing…fazes…me voice； punchy and no…nonsense。 Sometimes； especially when drunk； Samantha would imitate Miles and Shirley’s conversations。 ‘Not to worry； Mummy。 Miles here。 Your little soldier。’ ‘Darling； you are wonderful： so big and brave and clever。’ Once or twice； lately； Samantha had done this in front of other people； leaving Miles cross and defensive； though pretending to laugh。 There had been a row； last time； in the car going home。
‘You went all the way to the hospital with her？’ Shirley was saying from the speakerphone。
No； thought Samantha； we got bored halfway there and asked to be let out。
‘Least we could do。 Wish we could have done more。’
Samantha got up and walked over to the toaster。
‘I’m sure Mary was very grateful；’ said Shirley。 Samantha crashed the lid of the bread bin and rammed four pieces of bread into the slots。 Miles’ voice became more natural。
‘Yeah； well； once the doctors had told – confirmed that he was dead； Mary wanted Colin and Tessa Wall。 Sam phoned them； we waited until they arrived and then we left。’
‘Well； it was very lucky for Mary that you were there；’ said Shirley。 ‘Dad wants another word； Miles； I’ll put him on。 Speak later。’
‘“Speak later；”’ Samantha mouthed at the kettle； waggling her head。 Her distorted reflection was puffy after their sleepless night； her chestnut…brown eyes bloodshot。 In her haste to witness the telling of Howard； Samantha had carelessly rubbed fake tanning lotion into the rims。
‘Why don’t you and Sam e over this evening？’ Howard was booming。 ‘No； hang on – Mum’s reminded me we’re playing bridge with the Bulgens。 e over tomorrow。 For dinner。 ’Bout seven。’
‘Maybe；’ said Miles； glancing at Samantha。 ‘I’ll have to see what Sam’s got on。’
She did not indicate whether or not she wanted to go。 A strange sense of anti…climax filled the kitchen as Miles hung up。
‘They can’t believe it；’ he said； as if she hadn’t heard everything。
They ate their toast and drank fresh mugs of coffee in silence。 Some of Samantha’s irritability lifted as she chewed。 She remembered how she had woken with a jerk in their dark bedroom in the early hours； and had been absurdly relieved and grateful to feel Miles beside her； big and paunchy； smelling of vetiver and old sweat。 Then she imagined telling customers at the shop about how a man had dropped dead in front of her； and about the mercy dash to hospital。 She thought of ways to describe various aspects of the journey； and of the climactic scene with the doctor。 The youth of that self…possessed woman had made the whole thing seem worse。 They ought to give the job of breaking the news to someone older。 Then； with a further lift of her spirits； she recollected that she had an appointment with the Champêtre sales rep tomorrow； he had been pleasantly flirty on the telephone。
‘I’d better get moving；’ said Miles； and he drained his coffee mug； his eyes on the brightening sky beyond the window。 He heaved a deep sigh and patted his wife on her shoulder as he passed on the way to the dishwasher w