“Did I?”
“Yes. With your mum.”
Poppy glances up at her. “How do you know?”
Laurel smiles tentatively. “It’s a very long story. How’s your pastry?”
“It’s totally fantastic,” Poppy says. “Want to try some?”
“Yeah,” says Laurel, “why not. Thank you.” She accepts the piece that Poppy tears off and passes her. “You know,” she continues carefully, “I went in there the other day.” She nods in the direction of Noelle’s house.
“Where?”
“To the house where you used to live. To talk to your”—she drums her fingertips on the underneath of her chin and pretends to think hard—“well, I suppose he’s your cousin.”
“Mycousin? I don’t have any cousins.”
“Well, yes, actually, you do. You have tons of them. Most of them live in Ireland.”
“No they don’t.” She looks defiantly at Laurel. “I promise you, I do not have any cousins.”
“That’s definitely not true,” says Laurel. “There’s two living in your mum’s house, just there. Joshua and Sam. They’re in their early twenties. Joshua’s at university studying history. He’s really lovely. You’d like him.”
Poppy glares at her. “Why have you been talking to them?”
“Oh, just one of those things. One of those great coincidences in life. Because it turns out that”—Laurel draws in her breath and forces a smile—“I used to know your mum, a long, long time ago. And when your dad told me that she’d disappeared, well, I was a bit curious. So I called her up on her old phone number and this lovely boy answered the phone and he invited me for tea. He doesn’t know where your mum went either. He’s just looking after her house for her until she comes back.”
Poppy shudders. “I don’t want her to come back.”
“No,” says Laurel. “No. I know you don’t. But Joshua said”—she turns her smile up a few degrees—“that there’s another cousin your age. Called Clara. He said she’s really funny and clever. He said you’d like her.”
“Clara?” says Poppy, her eyes brightening. “She’s my cousin?”
“Apparently,” says Laurel. “And your mum’s family all agree with you, that your mother was a bit strange. But apparently she had a sister who died when she was little. It sent her a little loopy. But it sounds like the rest of the family are really normal.”
“Her sister died?” Poppy repeats pensively. “That’s really sad.”
“I know,” Laurel replies. “It is really sad.”
“But no excuse for being a horrible mum.”
“No,” she agrees. “No excuse at all.”
Laurel allows a silence to fall, giving Poppy a chance to absorb it all.
“What did you say he was called?”
“Joshua.”
“That’s a nice name.”
“Yes. It’s a very nice name.”
Another silence follows. Laurel makes a great pretense of being absorbed by her granola bar while her heart races with nerves about what she’s about to do. “I’ve got his number,” she says after a moment. “I could call? See if he’s about? Go and say hello?”
Poppy looks up at her and says, “Do you think Dad would mind?”
“I don’t know,” she replies. “Doyouthink he’ll mind?”