Ooh. I love rose quartz.
“They’re on sale,” says the assistant, following my gaze. “Really nice.”
“Right. Yes.” I nod thoughtfully.
The thing is, we’re supposed to be tightening our belts at the moment. We had a big talk when I came home from hospital, all about cash flow and bank debt and stuff. And we agreed that just until Luke’s business is more stable, we wouldn’t buy anything unnecessary.
But I’ve been wanting a rose quartz necklace for ages. And this one’s only fifteen quid, which is a real bargain. And I deserve a little reward for winning the investment competition, don’t I?
Plus I can use my new online Indonesian overdraft, which Luke doesn’t know about.
“I’ll have one,” I say on impulse, and reach for a string of the iridescent pink beads.
If Luke finds it, I’ll tell him it’s an educational toy. Which the mother has to wear round her neck.
I hand over my Visa card, tap in my pin number, and slide the bag containing Vogue onto the pram tray. Then I tuck my lovely necklace right under Minnie’s blankets where no one can see it.
“Don’t tell Daddy,” I murmur in her ear.
She won’t say a word.
I mean, obviously she can’t speak. But even if she could, I know she’d keep quiet. We’ve got a special bond already, Minnie and me.
I wheel the pram out of the shop and look at my watch. There’s no hurry to get back, especially if they’re still tidying. Anyway, Minnie will want feeding soon. I’ll go to that Italian café where they don’t mind.
“Shall we go and have a nice cup of coffee?” I turn my steps toward the café. “Just you and me, Min.”
As we walk past the antique shop I catch a glimpse of my reflection and can’t help feeling a tiny jolt at the sight. I’m a mother pushing a pram. Me, Becky Brandon (née Bloomwood), an actual mother.
I turn into the café, sit down at the table, and order a decaf cappuccino. Then, gently, I lift Minnie out of the pram, cradling her soft downy head. I unwrap her pink-and-white blanket and feel a swell of pride as two elderly ladies look over from the next table and start saying to each other, “What a dear little thing!” and “What a smart outfit!” and “Is that a real cashmere cardigan, do you think?”
Minnie starts making her snuffling “Where’s the food?” noises and I give her tiny cheek a kiss. I’m the Mother with the Fabbest Baby in the World. And we’re going to have a blast. I know it.
Bambino 975 Kings Road
London SW3
…for children of all ages…
Miss Minnie Brandon 5 January 2004
The Pines 43 Elton Road Oxshott
Surrey
Dear Miss Brandon,
Congratulations on being born!
We at Bambino are delighted to celebrate your arrival into the world — and would like to mark it with a very special offer. We hereby invite you to become an Infant Gold Card Member of the Bambino Club!
As an Infant Gold Card Member you will be entitled to:
• exclusive preview afternoons to try out new toys (with a carer!)
• a complimentary juice at every visit
• 25 percent off your first shopping spree with your Gold Card
• annual Christmas party for all Gold Card holders
• …and much more!
Joining could not be simpler. All Mummy or Daddy has to do is fill in the enclosed form — and their little princess Minnie will have her first-ever Gold Card!
We look forward to hearing from you soon.
Yours sincerely,
Ally Edwards
Marketing Manager