She picked up the cup of cold chocolate left last night by Frances, and came out of the room and handed it to her. I think this is yours, she said. And then, to Andrew, And you can stop being foolish too. ' She left the door into the room open, and went up the stairs, holding up her pink skirt, which rustled, with one hand.
' So that's all right, said Andrew to his mother. Well done, Sylvia, ' he called to the girl, who smiled, ifweakly. He ran upstairs. Frances heard one door shut, Julia's and then another, Andrew's. In the room opposite a blotch of sunlight lay on a pillow, and Sylvia, for there is no doubt that this was who she was now, held her hand in it, turning it back and forth, examining it.
At this moment there was a banging on the front door, the bell rang repeatedly, and a woman's voice was shouting. The girl sitting in the sun on her bed let out a cry, and dived under the bedclothes.
As the door opened, the shout of Let me in' could be heard through the house. A hoarse hysterical voice, Let me in, let me in.'
Andrew's door opened with a bang, and he came leaping down the stairs saying, 'Leave this to me, oh, Christ, shut Tilly's door. ' Frances shut the door, as Julia called down, What is it, who is it?' Andrew called up to her, but softly, ' Her mother, Tilly's mother. '
'Then I am sorry to say that Sylvia will have a setback, said Julia, and continued to stand there, on guard.
Frances was still in her nightdress, and she went into her room, and dragged on jeans and a jersey and ran down the stairs towards voices in altercation.
'Where is she? I want Frances,' shouted Phyllida, while Andrew was saying quietly, 'Hush, don't shout, I'll get her.'
Im here, said Frances.
Phyllida was a tall woman, thin as a bone, with a mass of badly dyed reddish hair, and long needle nails, painted bright purple. She pointed a large angry hand at Frances and said, I want my daughter. You have stolen my daughter. '
' Don't be silly, said Andrew, hovering about the hysterical woman like an insect trying to decide where it should dart in. He laid a calming hand on Phyllida's shoulder but she shook it off, and Andrew shouted at her, suddenly out of control and surprised at himself. ' Stop it. ' He leaned back against a wall, composing himself. He was trembling.
And what about me?' demanded Phyllida. Who is going to look after me?'
And what about me?' demanded Phyllida. Who is going to look after me?'
Frances found that she was trembling too; her heart thumped, her breathing was tight: she and Andrew were being affected by this dynamo of emotional energy. And in fact Phyllida, whose eyes stared blankly like a ship's figurehead's, who stood there erect and triumphant, seemed calmer than they were.
' It's not fair, ' announced Phyllida, pointing her purple talons at Frances. Why should she come to live here and not me?'
Andrew had recovered. Now, Phyllida, ' he said, and the humorous smile that protected him was back in place, ' Phyllida, you really can't do this, you know. '
Why shouldn't I? she asked, turning her attention to him. Why should she have a home and not me?'
But you have a home, said Andrew. ' I've visited you there, don't you remember?'
But he's going away and leaving me. ' Then, shrieking, ' He's going away and leaving me alone. ' Then, more calmly, to Frances, 'Did you know that? Well, did you? He's going to leave me the way he left you.'
This rational remark seemed to prove to Frances how thoroughly the hysteria had transferred itself to her: she was shaking and her knees were weak.
Well, why don't you say something?'
I don't know what to say, ' Frances brought out. I don't know why you are here. '
Why? You actually have the nerve to ask why?And she began shouting, ' Tilly, Tilly, where are you?'
' Leave her alone, said Andrew. You always complain you can't handle her, so let us have a shot at it. '
'But she's here. She's here. And what about me? Who is going to look after me?'
This cycle was likely to continue.
Andrew said quietly, but his voice was shaking, You can't expect Frances to look after you. Why should she?'
But what about me? What about me?Now it was more of a grumble, and for the first time those angry eyes seemed actually to see Frances. 'It's not as if you're Brigitte Bardot, are you? So why does he come here all the time?'
This threw an unexpected light on things. Frances was unable to speak.
Andrew said, ' He comes here because we are here, Phyllida. We are his sons, remember? Colin and I have you forgotten us?'
It seemed she had. And suddenly, having stood there for a few moments, she lowered that outstretched accusing finger, and stood blinking, apparently coming awake. Then she turned and slammed out of the door.
Frances felt her whole self go loose. She was shaking so she had to lean against the wall. Andrew stood limply there, pitifully smiling. She thought, But he's too young to cope with this sort of thing. She staggered to the kitchen door, held on to it while she went in, and saw Colin and Sophie at the table, eating toast.