Part 11 (2/2)

'Some of those were fixes,' Tom grumbled. 'But we'll get our revenge.'

'Right, round two, question one to Clare. What was James's first pet called?'

'Blimey.' Clare sounded stumped. 'I think it was a hamster but I honestly don't know.'

'Backseat team?'

'No idea,' Nina said. 'Nora?'

She had the grace to sound awkward, as if she knew how painful this all was. I did know. But I was d.a.m.ned if I was telling them. I only shook my head.

'A guinea pig called Mindy. Nul points. Question two. Who is James's ideal celebrity woman?'

Clare burst out laughing. 'OK, for self-respect I'm going to say the person who looks most like me. Which is ... G.o.d, who do I look like? Christ. You always sound delusional whatever you say. OK, he likes strong women, funny women. I'm going to say ... Billie Piper.'

'You don't look anything like Billie Piper!' Nina objected. 'Well, except that you're both blonde.'

'Well it's not Billie Piper,' Flo said. 'It's-' she consulted her piece of paper. 'Jees, I have no idea who this is: Jean, how do you say that? Morrow? Clare?'

'Never heard of her either. Is she a stage actress, Tom?'

'Right here,' Flo interjected and we rounded the corner with a sickening swing.

'Jeanne Moreau,' Tom said. 'She's a French actress. She was in that Truffaut film. Jules et Jim, I think it was. But I didn't know she was James' favourite actress.'

'Well, I'd hardly call her a celebrity,' Clare grumbled as we lurched over a humpback bridge and picked up speed. The sick feeling rose again. 'Next question.'

'What is James's favourite designer clothes label?'

Favourite designer clothes label? The James I'd known would have laughed at the very suggestion. I wondered if it was a trick question and Clare was about to say Oxfam.

Clare tapped her fingers on the wheel, thinking. 'I'm stuck between Alexander McQueen,' she said at last, 'and Comme des Garons. But I'm going to go for ... McQueen. Mainly because he actually wears McQueen.'

Jesus wept.

'Correct!' Flo said. 'Well, it actually says ”If we're talking people I think are cool, then probably Vivienne Westwood, but if you mean designers I actually wear, then McQueen.” So I think that counts. Question four, which body part-' she began to laugh '-did James accidentally slice off aged ten in a woodwork lesson?'

'He took a chunk off his knuckle,' Clare said instantly. 'The scar's still there.'

I squeezed my eyes tighter shut. I remembered that scar so well, a white circle on the knuckle of his little finger, and a long silver line tracing up the outside of his wrist, pale against his tan. I remembered kissing my way along that line, up his forearm, to the soft crook of his elbow, and James lying there, stiff and shaking, trying not to laugh as my lips brushed the ticklish soft skin of his inner arm.

'Correct!' Flo said. 'You're doing well. Levelled up. It's three and a half all round. So this final one is the decider. If Clare gets this, she wins and you lot wear the pants. So, drum roll please. At what age did James lose his virginity?'

Nausea rose up in my throat and I opened my eyes.

'Stop the c-car.'

'What?' Clare glanced at me in the rear-view mirror. 'Jesus, Lee, you're green.'

'Stop the car,' I put a hand over my mouth. 'I'm going ...' I couldn't say any more. I pressed my lips together, breathing through my nose as Clare b.u.mped to a hasty halt, and then I scrambled out across Nina's lap and stood on the snowy verge, hands on knees, s.h.i.+vering with the strange aftermath of nausea.

'Are you OK?' I heard Flo's anxious voice behind me. 'Want me to do anything?'

I couldn't speak. I just shook my head vehemently, wis.h.i.+ng she'd go away. Wis.h.i.+ng they'd all go away.

'Are you all right, Lee?' Clare's voice floated out of the window.

Nora, I thought, viciously, you stupid b.i.t.c.h. But I said nothing. Just waited for my shuddering breathing to go back to normal, and the sickness to subside.

'Are you OK, Nora?' It was Nina, beside me, her hand on my shoulder. I nodded, and then slowly straightened up, taking a long, shaky breath. The cold air stung the inside of my lungs, but it was a clear, cleansing cold, a relief after the hot stuffiness of the car.

'Yeah. Sorry. I just went a bit ... I think it was sitting in the back seat.'

'I think it was Flo's f.u.c.king nauseating quiz,' Nina said. She didn't bother to lower her voice and I winced on Flo's behalf and glanced behind me apologetically, but either she didn't hear, or she didn't care. She was chatting away to Clare unconcernedly. 'Flo,' Nina said, turning back to the car, 'I think Nora should sit in the front, is that OK?'

'Oh yeah! Totally, totally fine. Totally. Nora, you poor thing! You should have said if you were feeling rubbish.'

'I'm OK,' I said stiffly, but I took the front seat that Flo had vacated and slid in beside Clare. She flashed me a sympathetic look and when Flo said enthusiastically from the back seat, 'Right! Back to the quiz!' Clare interjected.

'I think we'll just call it a draw, yeah, Flops? Maybe we've all had enough quiz for the moment.'

'Oh.' Flo's face fell, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Whoever's fault this whole mess was, it wasn't hers. Her only crime was trying to be a good friend to Clare.

15.

'LEONORA!' THERE IS a hand shaking me, pulling me awake. 'Leonora, I'm going to need you to wake up, duckie. Leonora.'

I feel fingers pulling at my eyelids and a light, blindingly bright, s.h.i.+ning in.

'Ow!' I blink and pull back, and a hand lets go of my chin.

'Sorry, ducks, are you awake now?'

The face is disconcertingly close, her eyes staring into mine. I blink again, and then nod.

'Yes. Yes, I'm awake.'

I don't know when I dozed off. It felt like I was awake half the night, watching the silhouettes of the police through the gla.s.s, running through things in my head, trying to remember. The clay-pigeon shoot. That was the recoil bruise. I must remember to tell the police ... if only I can keep things straight in my head.

But the closer things get to to whatever happened, the hazier they get. What did happen? Why am I here?

I must have spoken the last words aloud for the nurse gives a sympathetic smile.

'You had a bit of a car accident my love.'

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