Alone in This Bed (Framing Hanley)
March after Eve
Adam had been dreading his thirtieth birthday. If Eve had been here there would have been big plans afoot no doubt. The simple fact that this was his first birthday without her made his chest ache. Other than the anniversary of her death and Christmas…and her birthday…and their wedding anniversary…this was the date he was dreading most.
Who was he kidding? Every day was difficult. But for this day to be so significant made the ache grow deeper. He pulled the pillow back over his head. Thank goodness it had landed on a Saturday. People at work had been very kind. There had been lots of knowing looks during the week, which had just made him feel more and more lost.
He thought back to the birthdays he had celebrated when Eve was with him. She always made a fuss. He would usually awaken to the smell of cooked bacon. She would bring a tray up to him and sit beside him whilst he tucked in to his favourite food. She would shower him with thoughtful gifts and little tokens of love. His favourites had been the small things. A heart shaped key ring, a mini Statue of Liberty ornament, even a white pebble she had found on the beach and had written Forever Yours in twirly writing on it. Memories of those times made him so happy…so angry…so very, very sad. His eyes began to sting.
He was torn from his reverie by banging on the front door and he groaned loudly. Glancing at the clock, he realised it was after eleven. He had no real reason to get up, however, so what did it really matter? Sinking back under the duvet, he ignored the hammering.
“Oy! Adders, you lazy pig! Get up and open the effing door before I resort to breaking in!”
Lily.
He clambered out of bed and made his way downstairs in just his boxers. He yawned widely as he opened the door.
She gaped. “Good grief! Put your flesh away, Adders! It’s your thirtieth! No one wants to look at a naked old man!” She shoved past him and dragged him by the arm toward the stairs. “Get your arse upstairs and get a shower whilst I make you a fry up. Then get your clean and clothed arse down here because I have something to tell you.”
Reluctantly, he followed her instructions and once showered, dried and dressed in jeans and his favourite old grey T-shirt, he made his way back down to the kitchen, following the teasing smell of bacon and sausage. He sat down at the small table as she placed a full plate of heart attack inducing food in front of him.
Sitting opposite him without any food, but with a smile on her face, she slid an envelope across the table. “Happy Birthday, you old git.”
Chewing on a mouth full of crispy bacon, cooked just the way he liked it, he glanced at her. “Oy! Less of the git.” He grinned and opened the card. He shook his head at the joke inside. Typical Lily.
She giggled for a few moments, but then her laughter subsided and her face became serious. “When you’ve finished that, I need to speak to you about something…something very important.” She chewed her lip.
His interest piqued, he placed his fork down and took a gulp of the fresh orange juice in his glass. “That sounds ominous. Is everything okay?”
She nodded. “Just finish your food, okay?”
He munched away until his plate was empty and his belly was very full and he followed a rather nervous looking Lily through to the lounge with his cup of coffee. She gestured for him to sit next to her on the sofa. He sat and pulled his brows in at the middle.
Placing his cup on the floor, he turned to her. “Lil, you’re worrying me. Please, can you tell me what’s going on with you now?”
She took a deep breath. “Okay…you have to promise that you won’t get angry, okay?”
He pulled his lips between his teeth. His palms were sweating, “Aww, now I’m really worried. And usually when people say don’t get angry it means that you will do just that. What have you done?”
She inhaled deeply. “This is going to be difficult…for me too…but just hear me out.”
He was getting annoyed. “Lil, just spit it out, will you?”
“Right…okay…here goes… Last year…before Eve died, she and I were talking about your…about your thirtieth. She wanted to plan something big for you, and she wanted my help. So together we planned something pretty huge. It was all done using my credit cards so that you wouldn’t find out…but…” Her lip began to tremble. “But then she was killed by that fucking idiot drunk driver…and…I wasn’t sure what to do.”
He slid across the sofa, his own emotions needling at him just beneath the surface. “Hey, hey…don’t cry. It doesn’t matter, Lil. Don’t worry. I’m not bothered—”
“No, Adam…you don’t understand…let me finish…” She took another deep breath. “Anyway, Eve knew how much New York meant to you. How much you had always wanted to go. She wanted to be the one to visit Times Square with you…to visit places like the Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty…”
Adam caught his trembling lip between his teeth as the salt water welled in his eyes. “You didn’t?” he whispered.
“No…I didn’t, Adam…Eve did.” She handed him an envelope. With shaking hands, he took it from her and opened it.
Inside were two first class flights to New York.
He gasped as the tears overflowed from his eyes and covered his mouth with his hand as he read the note that accompanied the tickets.
June 20th
My Darling Adam
It’s a bit weird writing this letter when you are sitting at home wondering why I’m spending so much time at Lily’s. But all I can say is it was important for me to write this now whilst I’m so very excited about what I’ve done! I hope that, seeing as when you get this almost a year will have passed and the money has been spent, that you will simply smile across at me and hug me. No doubt I’m sitting biting my nails as you read this! Go on, look at me and check. See, told you!
New York has always been our dream destination and so I know that when you calm down you’ll forgive me for booking the Waldorf Astoria for four nights…whoops! I forgot to mention that before (hee hee hee). But ever since we watched Serendipity, it’s been a dream of mine to stay there, and so I know you’ll enjoy it too as all you have ever wanted to do is make me happy. Well, now it’s my turn, my gorgeous, wonderful, handsome husband. Have I told you today how much I love you? I’m guessing I have but just in case I have been too pre-occupied making your favourite breakfast I will write it now… I LOVE YOU! More than anything in this world. Never forget that.
Now get over here and kiss me!
Eve
xxx
A pain-filled sob broke free from Adam’s body as he slumped forward, head in his hands. His body shuddered as he clung to the note. The note that Eve had written. The note that was his last connection to his beautiful wife. The note that told him she was thinking about him but was expecting to be sitting opposite him as he read it. Why wouldn’t she have been expecting that? It was too much to bear. His sobs were loud and unabashed, and all the raw emotion connected to the day poured out of him. He felt arms encircle him and squeeze him tight. A damp face pressed into his neck.
Eventually his sobs subsided and he lifted his face. Lily’s red-rimmed eyes stared back.
A look of worry plagued her features. “I’m so sorry, Adam… I didn’t mean…”
He frowned, shook his head, and touched her cheek. “No, don’t be sorry, Lil.” He sniffed and wiped his hands over his tear-stained face. “It was just a little overwhelming…the letter…the tickets…the fucking Waldorf Astoria?” He smiled. “But after everything that’s happened…with her not being here…the note alone is the best I could have hoped for.”
She returned his smile. “The thing is the flights are tomorrow. I spoke to the head teacher at school and you’re booked off for the week. Special dispensation.”
His eyes widened at the realisation. “That explains the looks I’ve been getting this week.”
She squeezed his arm. “You can go and just enjoy it. Think of her and know how much you meant to her.”
He looked at the envelope containing the tickets, which had fallen to the floor. “But there are two tickets, Lil. I…I don’t really want to go alone.”
She rubbed his arm. “Then ask your mum. She would love to go. She really would, Adam.”
He chuckled. “Erm, I don’t think it’s the kind of place I want to go with my mum. Can you imagine her face if I get drunk? No, you helped plan it. You should come.”
Lily opened and closed her mouth but no sound came out until she managed, “Erm…erm…I…erm.”
He placed his hand over hers on his arm. “Look, you helped to organise this and you’re my best friend. If anyone should go with me it should be my best friend. Don’t you think?”