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  ‘Of course. I’m just concerned that it’s halting her progress in maths because she’s not doing her calculations herself. She insists on using the calculator, which does give her an unfair advantage over the other children and won’t help her learn.’

  Alice had promised to try to wean Holly off the calculator during the summer, but it hadn’t been going very well. Whenever she mentioned it, Holly freaked.

  Ben would have known how to deal with it. Alice lay awake at night fretting about being a lone parent. She cried when she thought of being at their weddings alone. She would proudly walk them up the aisle, of course she would, but, God, it would be so lonely.

  Was this it? Was this really it? A lifetime of being solo, of doing everything on her own? The only alternative path was if she met someone, but the thought of being with another man just made her feel really tired and slightly nauseous.

  The idea of having to get to know another man was exhausting. All the hours of talking and explaining who you were and telling them your life story, it just made her feel weary. As for sex! The idea of having sex with someone she barely knew gave her the shivers. Ben understood her – he knew everything about her. It was easy.

  Of course they’d had their ups and downs, but they loved each other, they were best friends. Alice couldn’t imagine having another person in her life like Ben. You only get really lucky in love once.

  She knew that Harold meeting Helen had changed his life and made him happier – well, as happy as Harold was capable of being. Maybe she would meet someone in a few years when she didn’t feel like crying all the time, but then she’d have to introduce them to the girls and they’d hate him because he wasn’t Ben.

  Besides, who’d want a widow with two daughters who now had to take sleeping tablets every night to stop her mind exploding with all the anger and sorrow that constantly threatened to overwhelm her? She wasn’t exactly a great catch. But when she thought about spending the next twenty or thirty years alone, she felt utter dread.

  Alice sat on the balcony, wrapped in a blanket, watching the sunrise. ‘Happy birthday, Ben,’ she whispered, into the early-morning breeze. ‘I miss you.’ She allowed herself to have a long cry and then she went to have a shower. When she was dressed and feeling calmer, she went in to the girls. They were already awake. She took one look at their red eyes and threw her arms around them. ‘I know. It’s awful.’

  ‘I miss him so much,’ Jools sobbed.

  ‘Why did God have to take him away?’ Holly sniffed.

  Jools pulled back and took something from under her pillow. It was a present, all wrapped in paper. ‘I bought him a jumper. I know it’s stupid because he’s dead, but I didn’t want to have nothing.’

  Alice kissed her cheek. ‘That’s lovely, darling.’

  ‘I bought him something too,’ Holly said, producing a small box tied with a bow. ‘It’s only a key-ring but it’s an Arsenal one.’

  ‘That’s very thoughtful.’ Alice choked back tears. ‘Well, what would you like to do? We can have a cry and then go to the beach, or we can stay here and close the curtains and watch DVDs and eat chocolate, or we can go for a walk and stop at that café that does the huge ice-creams with chocolate sauce and whipped cream.’

  ‘I’d like to go to mass and pray for Daddy, then come back and snuggle up, watch movies, eat chocolate and then maybe go to the ice-cream place later,’ Holly said.

  ‘Mass? Seriously?’ Jools was not impressed with this plan.

  Alice looked at Jools and shook her head very slightly.

  Jools put an arm around her sister. ‘Okay, Holly, let’s do that. We can light a candle for Dad.’

  The three Gregory ladies headed off to the local church, hand in hand. Together, a new team, a new family, a smaller broken one, but still a family.

  Ben: September 2013

  Eyob sat with his gun on his lap, glaring at Declan as he examined the tiny girl’s abdomen. Feven was holding the child’s hand, crying silently.

  Declan cursed under his breath. Dehab was in a bad way. ‘Why the hell didn’t they bring her in sooner?’ He shook his head.

  Feven, who was watching Declan’s face closely for signs of hope, began to wail.

  Ben placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. ‘It’s all right. We’ll do our best to save her.’

  Although she hadn’t understood what Ben had said, Feven took comfort from the tone of his voice and his half-smile. He guided her out of the tent and indicated for her to wait, then went back in to examine the little mite.

  Her eyes were sunken and her skin was sagging from lack of fluids. ‘Jesus Christ, it’ll be a miracle if this child survives,’ Declan raged. ‘They can’t wait this long. What’s wrong with these people?’

  Yonas coughed, and the two doctors looked at him.

  ‘The women not want to come to doctor,’ Yonas said.

  ‘Why not?’ Ben asked.

  ‘They afraid.’

  ‘But we can help,’ Ben replied.

  ‘Women think if child comes here, he die.’

  ‘But we’re doctors.’

  Yonas shrugged. ‘Women afraid, not trusting you.’

  ‘I’ll have to talk to Awate about that,’ Ben said. ‘In the meantime, we need to find a vein.’

  ‘I’ve looked, none viable. We’ll have to find one on her scalp.’ Declan took out a scalpel and held it to Dehab’s head. Eyob roared and cocked his rifle. Feven came rushing in and screamed.

  ‘STOP!’ Ben shouted. ‘We’re looking for a vein to rehydrate.’ He looked to Yonas for help, but the guard didn’t understand.

  Ben gestured for them to gather around the operating table. Eyob hobbled over on his wooden crutches.

  Ben showed them his arm and indicated a vein. He pointed to Dehab’s arms and the lack of veins. Then he showed them the vein under Dehab’s hair where Declan was about to shave it so they could insert a needle and hydrate the child.

  Feven nodded. She understood. Declan indicated for her to shave her daughter’s head but she refused. She patted his hand and smiled.

  Eyob bristled, and as he limped past Declan, he rammed his crutch on Declan’s foot. Declan’s face reddened with rage.

  ‘Let’s get on, shall we?’ Ben said firmly to Declan, before there was trouble.

  Declan gently shaved a small section of soft hair from Dehab’s temple, then placed a rubber band around her head as a makeshift tourniquet. Feven stood beside him, watching. Declan showed her the vein. Feven nodded, then left the tent again.

  ‘It’s not much thicker than a thread, but hopefully I can cannulate,’ Ben said as he advanced the needle with tiny probings. ‘Got it!’ he said, as a strand of dark blood curled back into the plastic tube.

  Declan taped the drip in place and counted the drops as they fell through the clear chamber to make sure the flow-rate wasn’t too fast or too slow. Then he lifted the listless child and placed her on a mattress on the floor in the next tent and hung the drip bag on an overhead wire. Dehab lay beside five other children who were also suffering from gastroenteritis.

  Having settled her, Declan came back in and removed his surgical gloves, which he washed carefully.

  ‘I’ll have to get Awate to talk to everyone about being extra vigilant about hand-washing and drinking clean water. We need to stop this spreading,’ Ben said, as he dried his hands. ‘We’re running out of saline. We’ll have to teach the women how to make their own solution.’

  ‘What is it again? One teaspoon of salt and eight of sugar?’ Declan asked.

  ‘Actually, it’s only half a teaspoon of salt and eight teaspoons of sugar per litre of cool boiled water.’

  ‘I’ll go and talk to Feven and see if I can explain it to her.’

  Ben frowned. ‘Declan, let me do it.’

  ‘I’m not going to do anything stupid, just talk to her,’ Declan whispered back.

  ‘Eyob doesn’t need to be provoked. You know how protective he is about her.’

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  ‘He’s a one-legged wanker with a gun.’

  ‘Relax, Ben, I won’t get myself shot. I’m not going to try to shag her, although I am tempted.’

  ‘Don’t even think about it.’

  ‘I can’t help it.’

  ‘If you don’t get yourself shot, you can sleep with every woman you meet when we get out of this shit-hole.’

  ‘Will we get out?’ Declan was suddenly serious.

  ‘We have to,’ Ben said, looking down at his hands. ‘We just have to.’

  Later that night, Ben and Declan were playing chess. The chess set had been a gift from Awate when they had saved Eyob’s life.

  Eyob had been a lot less grateful when he’d woken up with only one leg. He had freaked out and accused Ben and Declan of trying to kill him, but Awate had shouted at him and told him that the only reason he was alive was because of the surgeons’ skill. He’d made Eyob thank them.

  ‘He’s about as happy as a turkey on Christmas Eve,’ Declan had muttered.

  Since the amputation, Eyob had been even more aggressive and edgy than before. Ben hated him guarding them: Eyob made him nervous.

  ‘I’m too tired to play.’ Declan rolled onto his side.

  Ben blew out the candle. ‘It’s late – we should get some sleep. I think we’ll have more gastro cases tomorrow, unfortunately.’

  ‘I hope I don’t get it. I hate the trots.’

  ‘We should take care not to,’ Ben said. ‘We need to keep our strength up.’

  Beside him, Declan tossed and turned on his mattress. In the dark he groaned. ‘Jesus, I’m so horny I’d nearly ride you!’

  ‘Thanks all the same, but I’d rather you didn’t.’

  ‘I can understand how fellas in prison for years and years end up together.’

  ‘Think of all the gorgeous women you’ll have sex with when we get out of here.’

  ‘I’m telling you, Ben, when I get back to London I’m going to ride every woman I meet and then I’m going to find an Alice and get married and have a shedload of kids.’

  Ben went quiet. Declan was dreaming of meeting ‘an Alice’ and Ben had one and he’d blown it. He’d ruined everything by being selfish. He swore for the millionth time that if he got out of there, he’d be more attentive to his family, more loving, more present, and put their needs first.

  ‘Ben?’ Declan said. ‘I know you’re going down the if-only road. I can sense it. Stop, it won’t do you any good.’

  ‘Why was I such a stupid, selfish idiot?’ Ben cried.

  Declan reached for his hand and held it. ‘Don’t worry – I’m not coming on to you. Ben, listen to me. You did something you wanted to do. It’s not a crime. What happened to us was just sheer bad luck. That’s all. When you get home, you can tell Alice how much you love her and how sorry you are. But feeling guilty all the time in here will kill you.’

  ‘She’s just so –’

  ‘Perfect. I know – you’ve only said it a thousand times.’

  ‘What was I looking for? I had it all. And now … my girls are nearly a year older … Christ, Declan, do you think they’ll have forgotten me?’

  ‘Don’t be mad. Kids never forget their parents.’

  ‘Do you think Alice will have moved on? She’s really pretty and I bet lots of men are moving in on her.’

  ‘Jesus, stop torturing yourself. Don’t even think about that.’

  Ben exhaled deeply. ‘She thinks I’m dead. Why wouldn’t she move on? I wouldn’t blame her – she deserves someone better.’

  Declan lit a cigarette and handed it to Ben. ‘That’s enough self-pity. Alice loves you. Think about it. Would you have moved on in less than a year if you’d thought she was dead? No way. I bet you she’s looking at a photo of you right now and missing you … or she’s on her back being banged by some beefy bloke called Brad that she met at the gym.’

  Ben thumped his arm and gave him a crooked smile.

  ‘Knock, knock.’

  ‘I’m not playing.’

  ‘Come on, Ben, it’ll distract you.’

  ‘They’re ridiculous kids’ jokes.’

  ‘I know, but cheesy can be funny. Knock, knock.’

  ‘Who’s there?’

  ‘Anee.’

  ‘Anee who?’

  ‘Anee one you like!’

  Despite himself, Ben laughed. ‘How do you know so many of these silly jokes?’

  ‘Because they made Da laugh when my ma left. We used to say them to him to make him smile. It worked, so we kept going. Between us all, we had loads of them. Knock, knock.’

  ‘Who’s there?’

  ‘A herd.’

  ‘A herd who?’

  ‘A herd you were home, so I came over.’

  Ben chuckled. ‘If the surgery doesn’t work out, you could become a really bad comedian.’

  ‘I’ll be too busy having all the sex with all the women to do that, remember?’

  ‘In between the sex.’

  ‘In between the sex I’ll be eating steak and drinking champagne and living every second of every day.’

  ‘Oh, God, what I’d give for a steak right now.’

  ‘After I get home I’ll never eat a chickpea or lentil again as long as I live,’ Declan declared.

  ‘I look forward to using cutlery and sitting in an actual chair.’

  ‘I’m dreaming of long hot showers, soft mattresses and sleeping without a chain on my ankles or a sweaty bloke by my side.’

  ‘You’re not so fragrant yourself,’ Ben said. ‘In fact, my first gift to you when we get out of here will be a large can of Lynx.’

  ‘My da wears that,’ Declan said, and Ben instantly regretted saying it because he could see in Declan’s eyes that he was being pulled back into the past, and it was dangerous to spend too much time there. He knew that from experience. ‘He always puts on way too much. You can smell him before you see him. He’s a gas man, always in a good mood. Even when things were really tough he was sunny-side-up. His favourite expression is “Sure it could be worse”. It used to drive us all mental. When Darren found out his fiancée was shagging someone else, Da said to him, “Sure it could have been worse, you could have been married.” Darren went mental and started punching the wall in frustration. But Da was right. I wonder what he’d say to me now? I think he’d be stumped to find a positive spin on this.’ Declan’s voice broke and his body began to shake.

  Ben gripped his hand. ‘Come on, mate, it could be worse. I mean, Christ, you could be chained to John Lester.’

  Declan’s sobs turned to laughs, then back to sobs. Ben held his hand and waited for the darkness to pass.

  Holly: October 2013

  Three hundred and sixty-five days. Twelve months. One year. One whole year since Daddy died. Mummy asked us what we wanted to do. She wanted to treat Jools because it’s her seventeenth birthday. But Jools said she just wanted to go back to bed and sleep through the day. I said I’d do whatever Mummy wanted to do. She looked so sad and so tired.

  While we were trying to decide, Kevin arrived with coffees and pains au chocolat, muffins and smoothies. He gave Jools her present, but she just put it beside the ones from me and Mummy and said she’d open them tomorrow because today doesn’t feel like a birthday.

  I wasn’t hungry, but just having Kevin in the house made us all feel a bit better. He fussed over us, making us eat and distracting us with funny stories about Axel. Kevin said that Axel has decided he’s not going to be a singer, he’s going to be a chef. Kevin said that Axel can barely boil water, but he doesn’t want to crush his dreams.

  Mummy said it was lucky Axel had a rich father who could fund his son’s madcap ideas. Kevin said Axel is working his way through one of Nigella’s cookbooks, and when he comes home he is usually greeted with burnt fish, charred meat or soggy vegetables. He has to eat it because Axel stands in front of him in his chef’s coat – he loves to have the proper outfit for whatever he�
�s doing, Kevin says – and waits for Kevin to comment.

  ‘What do you say?’ Jools asked.

  ‘At first I told him it was lovely but perhaps a tiny bit overcooked, and then he shouted at me in French for ten minutes. So now I just say everything is formidable.’

  ‘But that’s ridiculous! You’re lying to him. He’ll never get a job as a chef. You need to stop lying.’

  ‘Jools, I’m not going out with Axel for his gastronomic aptitude.’

  ‘But that’s just it,’ Jools said. ‘Axel’s gastronomic attitude is a total pain.’

  Mummy looked at me and winked. We tried not to laugh. It was nice to have something to smile about, even if it was about Jools being a bit silly with her words.

  Kevin just kept talking about Axel’s disastrous meals and making us laugh. When we’d cleared up the breakfast things, he took Mummy upstairs and made her put on a nice dress, then told me and Jools to do the same.

  When Mummy came into my bedroom, I told her she looked lovely. She didn’t really. The dress was too big for her. She’s lost even more weight and her eyes are so sad. Sometimes when I see how pale and tired Mummy looks, I feel a really bad pain in my heart. What would happen to us if she died? Would Kevin look after us? I couldn’t bear it if Mummy died. I honestly don’t think I could survive it.

  I went over, hugged her really tight and tried not to cry, but I couldn’t stop the tears. I told her how much I loved her and then she started crying, too. Kevin came in and told us both off. He said we were going to drown in tears in this house and that we needed to start living again. He said we’d done all the horrible first things – first birthdays without Daddy and first Christmas – and all the awful days where we missed him so much and that, hopefully, this year, it wouldn’t be quite so awful.

  That’s what the lady said in the grief-counselling session Mummy took us to. But none of us liked her and we didn’t go back. She kept talking about Daddy as if she knew him, but she didn’t. I know Mummy took us because she wanted to help us to deal with our sadness, but Jools and I both said we hated it and that we didn’t want to talk to a stranger about Daddy.