Shopaholic and Sister
Page 61

“What’s wrong?” Luke looks alarmed. “Becky, are you hyperventilating?”
“Just doing a bit of relaxing yoga!” I say breathlessly. “I’m fine!”
“Well, I just wanted to tell you”—Luke smiles—“Jess is here.”
Thirteen
“SHE’S COMING UP in the lift,” says Luke, opening the front door. “Who were you on the phone with, by the way?”
“Nobody,” I say quickly. “I was just… er… checking the time.”
Gradually my pulse is slowing down. It’s fine, I tell myself firmly. It’s done. Everything’s sorted.
I can hear the lift moving, down below. Jess is on her way! Quickly I grab my crib sheet and skim it one last time. Border collies… hates avocados… math teacher was called Mr. Lewis…
“Becky, I’d put that away before she arrives,” says Luke, looking amused.
“Oh. Right.”
I stuff it into my pocket and take a few deep breaths to prepare myself.
“Listen, Becky,” says Luke, watching me. “Before she arrives… I sincerely hope you two hit it off this time. But you are keeping a sense of proportion? You don’t have all your hopes pinned on this visit, do you?”
“Really, Luke,” I say kindly. “Don’t you know me better than that?”
Of course I have all my hopes pinned on this visit. Because I know it’s going to work out. Things will be different this time. For a start, we won’t do anything that Jess doesn’t want to do. I’m just going to follow her lead.
And the other thing I must remember is a tip that Luke gave me. He said it was great that I was so friendly toward Jess — but that she’s quite reserved, and maybe great big hugs weren’t her style. So he suggested I should be a bit more collected, just until we know each other better. Which is a fair point.
From the hall comes the noise of the lift getting closer. Why is this lift so slow? And then suddenly the doors are opening to reveal Jess in jeans and a gray T-shirt, holding her rucksack.
“Hi!” I cry, running forward. “Welcome! We can do whatever you want this weekend! Anything! Just name it! You’re the boss!”
Jess doesn’t move. In fact… she seems frozen to the spot.
“Hi, Jess,” Luke says more calmly. “Welcome to London.”
“Come on in!” I spread my arms. “Make yourself at home! No avocados here!”
Jess stares at me uncertainly, then glances at the buttons of the lift, almost like she wants to go back down again.
“Let me take your bag,” says Luke. “How was your conference?”
He ushers Jess into the flat, and she looks around warily.
“It was good, thanks,” she says. “Hi, Becky.”
“Hi! It’s so great you’re here! I’ll show you your room.”
I open the door of the guest room proudly, waiting for her to comment on the cave picture, or Potholing Monthly. But she says nothing, just “Thanks,” as Luke puts down her bag.
“Look,” I point out. “It’s a cave!”
“Er… yes,” says Jess, looking slightly bewildered.
There’s a pause — and I feel a tiny spasm of alarm.
“Let’s all have a drink!” I exclaim. “Let’s open a bottle of champagne!”
“Becky… it’s only four o’clock,” says Luke. “Maybe a cup of tea would be more appropriate?”
“I’d love a cup of tea,” says Jess.
“Tea, then!” I say. “Excellent idea!”
I lead the way into the kitchen, and Jess follows, peering all around the flat.
“Nice place,” she says.
“Becky’s done a great job on it,” Luke says pleasantly. “You should have seen it this time last week. We’d had a load of purchases delivered from our honeymoon… and you could not move for the stuff.” He shakes his head. “I still don’t know how you did it, Becky.”
“Oh, you know,” I say modestly. “Just a question of organization.”
I’m switching on the kettle as Gary comes into the kitchen.
“This is my associate, Gary,” says Luke. “This is Becky’s half sister, Jess. She comes from Cumbria.”
“Ah!” says Gary as he shakes Jess’s hand. “I know Cumbria! Beautiful part of the country. Whereabouts do you live?”
“A village called Scully,” replies Jess. “It’s pretty rural. Very different from this.”
“I’ve been to Scully!” says Gary. “Years ago. Isn’t there a famous walk nearby?”