Wish You Were Here

‘It’s all right,’ Alice said. ‘I shouldn’t really nag you like that.’ Stella stuck her spoon into the carton of ice cream again, thinking she’d got away with it, but Alice wasn’t going to let her off so easily.

‘So what are we going to do?’ Alice asked.

‘About what?’

‘About Dad’s birthday!’

Stella shrugged and kept her eyes down, resolutely refusing to meet Alice’s.

‘We have to do something. It’s not every day that you’re seventy,’ Alice pressed.

‘God, it’s so disgusting having a seventy-year-old father,’ Stella said. ‘What was Mum thinking of?’

‘She was in love with him,’ Alice said, ‘and it’s just as well for us that she was or we wouldn’t have been born, and he wasn’t that old when he had us. Not for a man, at least.’

‘I think it’s horrible how men can go on having babies until they’re ancient.’

‘But Dad was only in his forties when he had us. That’s not old these days and neither is seventy any more.’ Alice paused and took a deep breath. ‘Anyway, I was thinking we could visit him.’

‘Oh, Alice!’ Stella said. ‘You know I hate that horrible place! It smells of disinfectant and old people.’

‘You’ll smell like that one day too,’ Alice said.

‘Don’t be foul!’

‘Anyway, we needn’t be at the home for long because I was thinking of taking him out somewhere.’

‘Taking him out? What, in public?’ Stella said, a look of shock on her face.

‘He’s still able to enjoy a day out by the sea and an ice cream. He’s not dead yet, you know!’

‘He might as well be. He’s brain dead.’

‘No, he’s not!’

‘Well, he is whenever I visit,’ Stella said.

‘And when did you last visit?’

‘I don’t know. I don’t keep a written record like you obviously do. You always were the favourite, anyway.’

‘How can you say that? You’re the one with the house!’ Alice pointed out, looking up at the lofty ceiling of the Victorian semi’s living room.

‘Oh, you’re begrudging me the house, are you?’

‘No, of course not.’

‘I thought you said you wanted your own place.’

‘I do want my own place, Stella. I just want you to see Dad once in a while. I thought we could take him to the seaside. He always loved the sea.’ For a moment, Alice remembered the endless bucket and spade holidays they used to go on as a family. From Great Yarmouth to Blackpool, from Skegness to Brighton, they would laugh their way round the coastline of Britain, making wonky castles in the sand and eating mountains of candy floss. ‘It really is the least we can do for him.’

‘But it’ll be so cold,’ Stella said with a theatrical shiver.

‘So, we’ll wrap up!’

‘How are you going to get there?’

‘Well, Sam at the home has offered to drive us to the station.’

‘The train station? With his chair?’

‘Of course with his chair. He can’t walk very far these days.’

‘Oh, God! I really don’t fancy it!’ Stella said.

‘I know you don’t but can’t you think beyond yourself for once?’

‘What does that mean?’

‘I mean, can’t you think about Dad for a change and how much he’d love to see us both together and spend a day with us – a day away from the home?’

Stella wrinkled her nose.

‘We really could use your car, actually,’ Alice said. ‘Dad did say we could share it, after all.’

‘Oh, Alice! When are you going to get another car of your own? You really should, you know. You can’t rely on other people to bail you out of awkward situations all the time.’

Alice baulked at the implication that their father was an awkward situation. ‘When was the last time I asked you for your car?’

‘I’m just saying that you should get your own.’

‘I can’t afford another car. I’m only just keeping my head above water as it is with the rent and bills.’

‘I don’t know what you do with your money, Alice, I really don’t.’

Alice bit her tongue. If Stella had had to go out and find herself full-time employment and hadn’t had everything handed to her by their father, she might realise how tough it was in the real world.

‘It is Dad’s car after all,’ Alice reminded her.

‘Yes, I know, and it’s an old banger. He really should have bought me a new one. I can’t believe he didn’t think of that before he went into that home.’

‘Buying his daughter a brand new car wasn’t exactly at the forefront of his mind when he was in the process of losing it.’

‘Well, what about going in Celia’s car? She’s got one of those big four by fours, hasn’t she?’ Stella said, thinking of Alice’s oldest best friend.

‘Yes, and it’s always filled with her kids,’ Alice pointed out. ‘I hardly see her these days. She’s always so busy running her boys around. Anyway, Dad wouldn’t want to see Celia – he’d want to see you!’

They were quiet for a moment, their words hanging heavily in the air between them.