The Alphabet Sisters (31 page)

Bett swiped at her. “I mean it. I’m not interested. Bleuch.” She gave a shiver of disgust.

Anna looked at herself in the mirror, staring at her face, convinced that, yes, she even looked different. Not exactly more mature, but more knowing. As one of the books had said, she was now privy to one of the great female secrets of the universe. She smoothed her hair, and looked at Bett in the reflection. “Apparently once you and Carrie get your periods there’s every chance we will all start having them at the same time.”

Bett was now lying on her stomach, face buried in her pillow. “Shut up, shut up.”

Anna hadn’t realized it was going to be this much fun. “It’s to do with the moon,” she said, coming over to her, leaning in close. “All of our wombs are linked, with the sky and the sea, in tune with nature. The three of us will be able to dance naked, creatures of fertility and womanhood. Once a month under the moon.”

“Shut up. I’m not listening. You’re disgusting.”

“You’re just jealous.”

“Jealous of what?” Carrie came into the room.

“Of me. Because, young Caroline, I, Anna Mary Quinlan, officially became a woman today. I’m having my first period.”

“Really? Cool. I can’t wait. Are you using tampons or those pad things?”

Bett had groaned and covered her face with her pillow. “You’re both disgusting.”

Twenty years later, the memory still made Anna laugh. Bett had always been so funny about anything to do with becoming a woman, much to her and Carrie’s entertainment. So easy to tease, too, about boys or sex or relationships. She guiltily remembered the time she and Carrie had been asked to the school social, but Bett hadn’t. She should have sympathized more, Anna thought now, been supportive. But she’d been so excited at her own date, getting ready, applying makeup, that she hadn’t noticed how forlorn Bett was. She and Carrie went off in one car, bright, dressed-up, not even worrying about Bett, who had chosen to stay home with Lola. Anna felt a ripple of shame, thinking of how she would feel if Ellen wasn’t asked out. It must have been hard for Bett sometimes—the two of them fighting off attention from boys, but not Bett. She remembered another time she and Carrie were getting ready to go out. Bett had been reading, pretending not to be watching, not to be interested. Carrie, with the know-all confidence of a thirteen-year-old, had taken it upon herself to give Bett some advice. “You could look quite nice if you did something with your hair. And I can teach you how to put on makeup if you want me to.”

Anna had seen the flash of anger, just before Bett lifted up her book. “I don’t want your help.”

“Well, don’t blame me if you never get asked out,” Carrie said before flouncing out.

How could they have been so cruel? Anna wondered. That hadn’t been the only time, either. Was it too late to apologize now? Surely it was never too late. She had a sudden urge to ring Bett, to say sorry for everything, not just those awful teenage years, but for all they had said to each other that night of the fight. She took out her mobile and switched it on. She’d had it turned off during the recording. It beeped, telling her she had two messages. The apology to Bett was forgotten as she listened to the first one.

“Anna, hello, this is Mrs. Harold from Ellen’s school. Would you please be able to come and collect Ellen? She’s very upset, and I think it’s best if she goes home for the rest of the day. Can you call me as soon as possible?”

The second message was also from her. “Anna, Mrs. Harold again. Can you call me as soon as you get this message?”

Anna checked the time. Both calls had been left in the last fifteen minutes. She pressed the speed dial on her mobile and didn’t bother with greetings when Mrs. Harold answered.

“It’s Anna, Ellen Green’s mother, Mrs. Harold. Is she sick? Hurt? What happened?”

“Hello, Anna. No, it’s just there’s been a bit of an incident on the playground.”

A rush of panic up her back again. “Not another dog?”

“Nothing like that,” the voice soothed. “But it would be better if we talk about it face-to-face. Ellen is here in the office with us. Could you come in as soon as possible?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t. I’m in Sydney. For work.” Anna waited for the disapproval, the change in tone, and was amazed when it didn’t come.

“Is there anyone else who could collect her? One of your sisters? Lola?”

Anna gave a little prayer of thanks for small towns. Of course they all knew the setup. “I’m sure one of them can. I’ll give them a call now. Can I talk to Ellen first?”

The woman’s voice was lowered. “She’s fallen asleep. It might be best not to wake her for the moment.”

“Of course. Right. I’ll call home straightaway.”

Ten minutes later it was all sorted. Bett had been back at the motel for lunch and had answered the phone, listening closely as Anna explained the situation. “Of course, I’ll go and get her now. I’ll ring you as soon as I get back.”

Hanging up, Anna realized that the back of her neck was damp with sweat and the churning feeling in her stomach had returned. Ellen in trouble and here she was hundreds of kilometers away. Thank God for families. What did people do when they didn’t have sisters they could call on to help? Then she remembered. Exactly what she’d done for the past three years. Felt desperately alone.

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nna felt the phone vibrate against her leg just as she was voicing the segment about the different methods of pregnancy testing. It was her turn to stop the tape. “Sorry, Bob. I’ll be right back.”

She answered it outside. “Bett? Is she all right?”

Bett’s voice was low. “No, she’s really upset. Crying a lot. She’s with Lola at the moment. She’s trying to put her back to sleep.”

“What happened?”

“The kids were picking on her. A gang of them.”

“What were they doing?”

Bett paused. “Calling her scarface.”

Anna had never felt such rage. “The little fuckers. The mean little fuckers. That’s it, I’m taking her out of school. Can you tell her I’ll be home tonight, as soon as I can get a flight, but she’s not to worry, she’ll never have to go back there again.”

“Lola said—”

“I don’t care what Lola said. She’s my child, Bett, and she’s not going back to that school again. Put Lola on.”

A minute went past, then Lola’s Irish voice came on the line. “She’s sleeping now, Anna. Poor little mite. She was very upset.”

“Of course she was. And she’s not going back there again, Lola. I’m getting a flight tonight, and she’ll stay home with me tomorrow. I’ll teach her from now on myself if I have to.”

“I thought you’d say that. But what about your work? Didn’t you say it was three days’ worth? You don’t have to rush back. We’re all here. She’s fine with us. We’ll spoil her rotten tonight and then tomorrow I’ll take her to school myself.”

“Lola, didn’t you hear me? She’s not going back to that school.”

“It’s the best thing to do. She has to face her fears.”

Anna lost her temper. “Don’t you tell me about facing fears, Lola. I have seen that child face more fears than you and I ever had to face. I’ve seen her face nearly ripped away by a dog’s teeth, and those little, those little fuckheads at the school dare to tease her about it.”

“They are seven-year-old children, Anna. They don’t know they’re being cruel. It’s just the way kids are. And that’s why she needs to go back, to show them they haven’t won.”

“It’s not a matter of winning or losing. I just don’t want her to be hurt anymore. She’s not going back, Lola. I’ll be home as soon as I can, no matter what you say.”

“Anna, I know you’re upset but please don’t talk to me in that way. Stay there. Bett and I are here with Ellen. She’ll be fine tonight. I think you’re wrong, but if you don’t want her to go to school tomorrow, then that’s fine, she won’t. I’ll keep her here with me. But don’t cancel your trip, or rush home yet. You said this job was an important one.”

The tension was draining from her. “It is.”

“Then finish it. And I will watch over Ellen like she has never been watched over before, I promise. I’ll get her to ring you when she wakes up. And you can ring her again tomorrow. All day long if you want.”

Anna realized she was right. “I’m sorry, Lola. Sorry for swearing.”

“That’s all right, darling.”

L
ola let Ellen sleep for an hour or so, gave her a sandwich, then decided it was time for a little walk and a little talk. “You and me and Bumper need to spend some time together, I think.”

Hand in hand, with Ellen holding Bumper by his lead, they set off slowly along the perimeter of the motel. Lola pointed out different trees, a galah on a branch, curling bark, even a lizard sunbaking on a rock, before heading over to the bench Jim had set up especially for her. Halfway up the hill, it had a wonderful view over the vineyards. The bench looked almost golden with the late afternoon light streaming onto it. Lola sat down with Ellen beside her, Bumper in front of them, safely tethered, slowly pulling on shoots of grass from under the bench, making little tugging sounds. Lola had always found sheep one of the world’s most relaxing creatures to be near. She gave him an affectionate scratch on the head. “If he was your sheep, what would you call him, Ellie?”

“Mike,” she said without hesitation.

“Mike the Sheep. Well, that’s an interesting one. Now, my dear little Ellie, I’ve been thinking about what happened this morning, and there’s some things I’d like to say to you. Would you like to hear them?”

A tiny nod.

“Ellie, do you know why the kids at school were teasing you?”

“Because I’m horrible. Because I’m ugly, and I’ve got a horrible scar.” The tears started coming again.

Lola pulled her close with her good arm, held her tight, and waited for the tears to quell again. “No, that’s not the reason. They teased you because they’re scared of you. Because you look a bit different. And people have always been scared of people who look different. Do you know what a scar actually is, Ellie?”

“It’s what happened when the dog—” The rest of her words were lost in a shuddering sob.

Lola waited a moment again, and then turned Ellen around so they were face-to-face. “A scar is a sign that you’ve survived something, Ellie. That something happened to you but your body was so strong and clever it joined itself up again. Have you told the kids at school what happened?”

A shake of the head. “Mum says to just ignore them.”

“Well, most times Mum is right, but sometimes it’s good for people to know the whole story.”

Ellen twisted away. “I don’t want them to know the whole story. I don’t want them to know anything. I never want to see them again.”

“Good idea. Let’s run away together, shall we?”

Ellen went still. “What do you mean?”

“If those children are being mean to my beautiful great-granddaughter, then I never want to see them again either. We’ll run away together. Where shall we go?”

A shrug.

Lola continued. “Good. I’ll decide, then. We’re going to go to a land where everyone is a little bit different, and that way we won’t stand out. What do you say to that?”

She had Ellen’s complete attention now. “What land?”

“Well, let’s think about it. I’m really old, and I get called things like ‘dear’ and ‘poor old thing’ and spoken to in a strange voice and I don’t like it much. Do you know what I heard a young man in the charity shop call me last month? An old wrinklehead. Isn’t that rude? So I want there to be lots of wrinkled old people there so I don’t stand out. And I think we should have lots of really tall people there, too, because they get called names, too, don’t they? And overweight people, because they get called Fatty and Chubster, don’t they? And people with red hair get called names. And people with no hair. And people with glasses.”

“And people with big noses,” Ellen said in a little voice.

“Yes. And tiny chins. And big bottoms. And bad teeth. Or no teeth. Or teeth that are too big. Or people with broken bones like me. People in wheelchairs. Heavens, it’s getting pretty crowded in that land, isn’t it?”

“No one with scars like me, though.”

“Of course there will be. There’ll be lots of people with scars. Don’t you think you’re going to be the Scar Queen there, young lady. You can be the Princess of Scars perhaps. So let’s see. We’ll start with Harry Potter, will we? He’s got a terrific scar across his forehead.”

“He’s not real.”

“It’s our land so we can have whoever we like, whether they’re real or not. I’ve got a scar, you know. On my leg, from when I was kicked by a horse when I was a little girl.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“I’ll show you one day, when I’m not all trussed up in support tights. I’ll probably have a scar on my head, too, when this silly thing heals.” She touched the small bandage on her forehead. “Your mum has got a scar, too. Did you know that?”

“Has she?”

Was Ellen too young to learn that she’d been born by Caesarean section? Perhaps. “That’s a very special scar, and you should ask her about it one day, get her to show you. Your grandfather’s got a scar, too. I’ll get him to show you when he comes home. On his knee. He took a terrible tumble down some stairs once when he was a little fellow. Auntie Bett probably has one, too, from when she fell off her bike once. I think Carrie’s got one as well. We’ll have to form a scar club in this land we all live in.”

Ellen was giggling now. “When do we get to go there?”

“We’re already here.”

“At the motel? This is it?” She sounded very disappointed.

“Not just here, Ellie,” Lola said matter-of-factly. “It’s here in the Valley, here in Australia, here in the whole world, with all sorts of different people who look different in all sorts of ways. Because no one is perfect, darling, not a single one of us. We all have something a bit different about us, scars or big noses or small feet or crooked teeth. And that’s not going to change no matter where we go to live. What we have to do, you and I, is work out the best way for you to get by here, as happily as you can.”

“But not at that school.”

“Not for a day or two perhaps. Not yet, anyway.” Lola had had another idea, but it was probably too soon to mention it to Ellen. “But I hereby promise that we’ll do all we can to make things as good for you as they can be. And that is enough about that for now.” She stood up with an exaggerated groan. “Come on then, Princess Scar. Shall we go in and see what they’re planning for dinner?”