‘She was being served then so I didn’t say anything. But I don’t think my normal clients would fancy sleeping in a yurt.’ Gilly paused. ‘I don’t think I can complain, can I? Yurts aren’t permanent structures. I don’t suppose they need planning permission.’
Helena resolved to find out. Jago would know.
‘So what’s the next pudding?’ she said.
‘Would you mind chopping nuts for brownies?’
‘No, but you could make another recipe – one that doesn’t involve nuts? Less work?’
‘I think it’s better to make the recipe I know best,’ said Gilly.
Then Helena remembered – her mother used to make those brownies to send to Martin at university. He loved them. She concentrated on her chopping for a while and then suggested they put on some music. There was so much unsaid between them, it would be good to fill the silence.
After lunch, they went to look at the marquee.
‘It looks amazing!’ said Helena. ‘So big! We could have a wedding here easily, surely.’
Gilly shook her head. ‘No, I promise you, this only takes fifty. You’d need something bigger unless you leave off most of your relations and half your friends.’
‘Couldn’t you fit a bigger one in here?’ asked Helena.
‘Not really,’ said Gilly.
Helena sighed. ‘Well, we don’t need to worry about my wedding just yet.’
‘No,’ Gilly agreed. ‘But this marquee definitely needs flowers. A few big arrangements, I think, and then tomorrow I’ll put posies on the tables. Let’s get cutting.’
As they clipped and snipped in the garden, getting enough material to fill the big stone crocks Gilly wanted to stand in the empty spaces, Gilly said, ‘Do you remember when me and other parents got together to turn the school hall into a summery bower for a play?’
‘Oh yes! A cut-down version of A Midsummer Night’s Dream – I was Titania because I had the longest hair.’
‘You looked lovely!’
‘And so did the hall.’
‘It did involve hacking down whole branches of leaves and every flower in the garden – in every garden in the village practically.’ Gilly smiled, obviously thinking back to her days as a young mother with fondness. ‘Of course we had the orchard then so I had extra trees I could use, but it still wasn’t enough, so a group of us mums went into the churchyard and started raiding that! We were terrified someone would come along and tell us off. But it looked so pretty!’
‘There are photos somewhere,’ said Helena. ‘I remember.’
‘We carried lots of it into the church afterwards so as not to waste all that work and because we felt guilty about the churchyard ivy being torn off in strips. I was worried about decorating the church at Christmas without it. But it grew back OK and the churchyard always had wonderful holly.’ Gilly fell silent.
‘OK, Mum,’ said Helena, thinking her mother’s reminiscence had gone on just a bit too long. ‘Let’s finish up here. I want to see your outfit for tomorrow. Did you buy a hat? Or just a dress?’
‘Oh, I didn’t buy anything new. I’ve got lots of clothes.’
‘Mum! This is a party that your lovely new man is giving so his family can meet you properly – and so our lot can meet him – and you haven’t bought something new to wear?’ She glanced at her watch. ‘It’s too late now!’
‘We could always pop down to the supermarket,’ said Gilly. ‘Get something from there?’
Helena tutted and shook her head before putting her arm round her mother and leading her into the house.
‘You look lovely in this,’ said Helena, pulling out a dress that brought out the colour of her mother’s eyes.
‘Yes, but I wore it when I went out with Leo. It reminds me of him. In fact, I’ll have to move it on.’
‘Oh. Seems a shame.’ But Helena did understand. ‘Maybe keep it but just not wear it tomorrow.’
‘OK, I’ll keep it. So what else have we got? What about this?’
Helena shook her head and tried to pick her words. ‘No … too mumsy.’
‘OK. Definitely get rid of that then.’
‘Shall I find a bag?’
‘Look in the top shelf. I keep them there.’
Eventually they created an outfit they both liked and which didn’t have any bad connotations. It was a long, finely pleated skirt that Gilly had bought in a charity shop years ago because she loved it and had now come back into fashion, and a fitted wrap top that, Helena declared, made her waist look tiny.
‘And your big locket on the black velvet ribbon,’ said Helena. ‘Now, let’s arrange a wash and blow-dry.’
‘Too short notice,’ said Gilly, running her fingers through her hair out of sight of the mirror.
‘I’m going to ring Debbie. I know she’ll sort you out; she never lets you down.’
‘It’s not really fair—’
‘I’ll ring her,’ said Helena firmly. ‘She’ll probably fit you in really early tomorrow so you’ll have plenty of time to get ready. And what about your make-up?’
‘I’ll do my own make-up!’ Gilly seemed a bit panicked at the thought of someone else putting make-up on her. ‘You know what those make-up artists are like. They always want you to look natural – the last thing I want!’
Helena laughed. ‘I do remember that time we went to the health farm and everyone had makeovers.’
‘They all looked amazing and I looked awful,’ said Gilly. ‘I couldn’t understand why it didn’t work on me.’
‘They looked natural,’ said Helena.
‘So did I,’ said Gilly, ‘which was why I hated it. Now, glass of wine? Supper? Why don’t you ring Jago and ask him to join us?’
‘Actually, I’ve got a few things I must do, but I’ll come early tomorrow. At about eleven? Just to help you with the flowers for the tables and anything else you may be panicking about.’
‘Which will be everything! Supposing William doesn’t turn up!’
‘He’ll turn up. He adores you.’
When Helena was driving away she reflected it wasn’t William not turning up that was worrying her mum, it was Martin. And he wouldn’t turn up, not if he was still feeling angry and resentful. She had a few phone calls to make, she realised, before she could relax and sort out what she was wearing for the lunch the following day.
Chapter Thirty-seven
‘It’s so kind of you to see me so early,’ said Gilly to her hairdresser as she was handed a cup of tea. ‘I should have sorted it out sooner but I got distracted.’
‘That’s OK,’ said Debbie. ‘I don’t mind an early start. Working from home means I’m here. Aren’t you lucky with the weather!’
‘I know! We had made provision for it being cold and rainy but I don’t think we’ll need the heaters.’
‘These days all the seasons are unpredictable,’ said Debbie. ‘So, just a wash and blow-dry?’
‘Please.’ Gilly settled back to enjoy the blissful experience of having her hair washed. ‘I couldn’t drop off last night and of course went into a deep sleep at about five thirty.’