ng. 'We can't be early,' said Clementine, her only bridesmaid. 'Your guests will still be arriving.'
'Oliver will be there,' said Erika. She had her hair pushed back off her forehead, and a lot of smoky eyeshadow. She looked like an entirely different person. 'He's the only one I care about.' It was one of the few times when Erika had been the one prepared to break a rule of etiquette.
Clementine had felt not quite envy but maybe something like it, because she saw that Erika was truly only thinking about her marriage, not her wedding. She didn't especially care about her dress or her hair or the music or even her guests; all she cared about was Oliver. Whereas when Clementine got married she had cared about all that peripheral stuff. (The hairdresser mucked up her hair, for example, and Clementine had looked like Morticia on her wedding day.) She and Sam had barely seen each other at their wedding because they were too busy catching up with friends and relatives who had come from overseas and interstate, whereas Erika and Oliver saw only each other. It was kind of sickening. Kind of lovely.
She wondered now if the signs had always been there. Sure, she and Sam made each other laugh, they had passion (or they did before kids), they had fun, but their relationship wasn't strong enough to withstand their first true test. It was a feeble marriage. A shoddy marriage. A marriage from the two-dollar shop.
The marquee swayed. Clementine felt something wet on her face. Was she crying? Or was it rain?
'It's leaking,' said Nancy, looking up. 'It's totally leaking.'
The rain suddenly intensified.
'This is bad,' said Indira, who had the most expensive instrument at the moment. It was on loan from a retired violinist.
'We're out of here.' Kim lowered her violin. 'Pack it up.'
*
Clementine was back in her car, her hand on the keys in the ignition, when her phone rang. She grabbed for it when she saw the single word on the screen: SCHOOL.
'Helen?' she said, to save time on the niceties, because it was generally Helen, the school secretary, who made phone calls from the school.
Her heart thumped. Disasters loomed now at every corner.
'Everything is fine, Clementine,' said Helen quickly. 'It's just Holly is insisting her tummy is hurting again. We tried everything to distract her but to no avail, I'm afraid. We're at a loss and she's disrupting the class and well ... she seems so genuine. We don't want it to be a case of the boy who cried wolf.'
Clementine sighed. This had happened last week too, and by the time she'd got Holly home her stomach had been magically fixed.
'Do you know how her behaviour has been today?' Clementine asked Helen.
According to Holly's adorable, kind of dippy kindergarten teacher, Miss Trent, Holly had been having 'occasional difficulties with her self-regulation' at school, and as a result wasn't always making 'the right choices'. Certainly her behaviour at home hadn't been wonderful. She was going through a naughty, whiny stage, and had recently perfected a brand new seagull-like squawk that she used instead of saying 'no'. It set Clementine's teeth on edge.
'Not too bad apparently,' said Helen cautiously. 'The rain isn't helping. All the children have turned feral. So have we, actually. They say we've got at least another week of this weather, can you believe it?'
Clementine looked at the wedding ceremony taking place in the park. The bride and the groom were facing each other, holding hands, while other people held umbrellas over their heads. The bride was laughing so hard she could barely stand, and the groom was supporting her, laughing too. They didn't seem to care that their string quartet had vanished.
She and Sam had laughed a lot during their wedding ceremony. 'I've never seen a bride and groom laugh so much,' their celebrant had said acerbically, as though they weren't taking their wedding seriously enough. Sam couldn't stop laughing at Clementine's Morticia hair, which had made her laugh too, and made it not matter.
But you couldn't laugh your way out of everything. They'd had eight years of laughter; a good run. They'd vowed to be true to each other in good times and bad, but they'd laughed as they said it, because everything was just so, so funny to them. They thought a bad hairstyle was as bad as life got. The celebrant was right to be annoyed. She should have grabbed them by their shirtfronts and cried, 'This is serious! Life gets serious and you two aren't concentrating!'
'I'm minutes away,' she said to Helen.
chapter thirty-five
The day of the barbeque
'Vid already knew me because he'd seen me perform,' said Tiffany to Clementine.
'Mummy!' called out Holly from the egg chair. 'Come and see this!'
'Just a minute!' called back Clementine, without taking her eyes off Tiffany. 'So you were a performer ...?'
'A performer like you, Clementine!' said Vid delightedly.
'Not quite like Clementine,' corrected Tiffany with a snort.
'Mummy!' shouted Ruby.