Two-Week Wife

Instead, she tossed and turned, guilt warring with irritation.

Irritation was definitely winning by Wednesday night.

If only Adam had been co-operative, she started thinking furiously. If only he hadn’t fallen in love with that stupid Sophie. If only he was still in love with me!

By Thursday night her conscience took over again. She was being shallow and selfish, thinking of no one but herself. She should never have lied to her mother in the first place. Lying was never a good idea. Honesty was indeed the best policy.

By the time she fell asleep on the Thursday night, Bianca had decided to ring Adam at the university the next morning, beg his forgiveness and promise to tell her mother the truth if only he’d come home to live.

Friday dawned to the sound of the telephone ringing in the flat, and she jumped out of bed, certain it was Adam. After all, a friendship such as theirs could not be destroyed so easily. He was probably feeling as guilty as she was, she thought as she raced to answer, her heart pounding as she snatched up the receiver.

‘Hello? Is that you, Adam?’ Even as she said the words she knew she was wrong. For the beeps on the line told her this was a long-distance call.

“Fraid not, lass,’ a male voice said, with a Scottish accent. ‘If that’s Bianca, this is your Uncle Steward.’

‘Uncle Stewart?’ Her heart squeezed tight. Something had gone wrong with her mother. She wasn’t coming. She was dying!

All the blood drained from her face and she slumped against the telephone table. ‘Oh, God,’ she groaned. ‘What’s happened?’

‘Now don’t jump to conclusions, lass. Your mother’s fine. She’s just taken an earlier flight. It arrives around five this afternoon, not on Saturday. Is that OK? Can you meet it?’

‘Yes, of course!’ Bianca exclaimed, relief making her feel better than she had all week. ‘But why did she do that?’

‘A friend was able to upgrade her to business class on that flight for no extra money, so it seemed silly not to take it.’

‘I’ll say.’

‘I won’t keep you, lass. This is costing me a fortune. Look after your mother.’

‘I will, Uncle Stewart. And thanks so much for helping with her fare.’

‘No trouble. She deserves it. Bye for now.’

‘Bye.’

Bianca hung up, feeling excited yet slightly sick. Her mother’s imminent arrival brought home to her the fact that there was one thing less advisable than lying to her mum, and that was owning up to lying to her.

Bianca knew then that she just couldn’t do it. She was going to stick to her marriage story, which meant it was better if Adam stayed right away. So there would be no phone call to the university, no begging for forgiveness. She would just have to make up some plausible story to explain Adam’s absence.

Perhaps she could say the university had sent him on an unexpected mission to deepest, darkest Africa, to teach calculus to underprivileged pygmies!

Five-fifteen that afternoon found Bianca parking her car in the international terminal car park, feeling more than a little flustered. She’d had no trouble getting time off from work, but her old rusted-out heap of a car had decided not to start after sitting in the hot November sun all day, and she’d had to ring the Road Service Company to come and get it going.

Luckily, the problem had only been dirty points, and she was soon on her way. But time had been lost, peak hour had arrived and it had taken her much longer to get from the office in Crows Nest through the harbour tunnel and out to busy Mascot. Her watch said twenty past five by the time she made it inside the blessedly air-conditioned terminal building.

A check of the overhead screens showed the flight had landed pretty well on time, ten minutes earlier. Bianca hurried along to Gate B, still feeling hot and bothered, and very grateful that it would be a while before her mother got through Customs.

A quick trip to the Ladies’ revived her melting make-up and limp hair, which she secured high on her head in a shiny blue scrunchie. Her mother always complained she never made the most of her looks, so she’d made a special effort to look pretty today, wearing one of the few feminine outfits she owned—a flowing skirt and matching blouse in a flowery print of blues and mauves.

Bianca gnawed at her bottom lip as she washed her hands, hoping the old friendship ring Adam had given her once long ago would pass as a wedding ring. She was not the owner of much jewellery, and it was the best she could rustle up at the last minute. At least it was fairly plain and made of gold.

Taking a deep, gathering breath, Bianca smiled at herself in the mirror and told herself to be natural, or her mother would know something was up. May Peterson had a nose for lies, and liars.

Bianca was shocked on her return to Gate B to see her mother already there, frowning as she looked around the milling crowd for a familiar face. It seemed business class passengers were shunted through Customs a darned sight faster than the economy section in which Bianca usually travelled.

Mrs Peterson spotted her daughter and tears swiftly replaced the worry in her eyes. Bianca felt her own eyes flood as she hurried forward and threw her arms around the only person in the world who truly loved and understood her.

Till this week, she’d thought Adam did as well. But she’d been wrong about that. The thought hurt her more than she liked to admit, even to herself.

The hug was long and touchingly silent. The two women embraced tightly, no words necessary. Or perhaps neither was capable of speaking for a few moments. Finally, Bianca drew back to look her mother over.

‘God, you look good!’ she exclaimed.

And she did. Nothing at all like the frail, wan woman who’d been lying in that hospital bed last May. There was flesh on her bones, colour in her face and that old sparkle in her pretty blue eyes. For a woman of fifty who’d been battling cancer all year, she looked bloody marvellous!

Bianca stood there, a silly grin on her face as she thanked God for the miracle He’d obviously performed in answer to her many prayers. Yet, down deep in her heart, she still feared that the battle was not yet over, the fight not yet completely won. As such, she was not going to say or do anything to cause her mother extra stress.

Her mum believed Adam was her adoring, loving husband, and Bianca was going to make sure she continued to think that till she was well out of the woods.

‘Where’s Adam?’ May asked straight away. ‘Parking the car?’

Bianca swallowed, smiled, then started on her newest invention. ‘Actually, no, he couldn’t be here with me, Mum. Your surprise visit has unfortunately coincided with a series of conferences in America Adam simply had to attend. He was wretchedly disappointed, but this trip was very important to his career at the university.’

‘Oh, what a shame,’ her Mum sighed. ‘And I was so looking forward to seeing him again. I do so love that boy. I always knew he was the right one for you, Bianca. I’m just so glad that you finally realised it too. Still, maybe you and he can come over to Scotland some time in the near future. I’d love the rest of the family to meet him.’

‘Er...yes, of course, Mum.’ Bianca could not trust herself to say any more. Resentment that Adam had put her in this awkward position had begun to sizzle inside her again. She also bitterly resented the thought that she would have to lie like this for a whole fortnight while he was off having fun with his new lady love and not giving her a second thought!

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