First Among Sequels (Thursday Next 5)
“You mean,” I said slowly, “I’ve done this before?”
We pulled
up outside the house, and Landen turned off the engine. There was silence in the car.
“Sometimes you can go weeks without an attack,” said Landen quietly. “At other times you can have two or three an hour.”
“Is that why you work from home?”
“Yeah. We can’t have you going to school every day expecting to pick up a daughter who isn’t there.”
“So…you’ve explained all this to me before?”
“Many times, darling.”
I sighed deeply. “I feel like a complete twit,” I said in a soft voice. “Is this my first attack today?”
“It’s the third,” said Landen. “It’s been a bad week.”
I looked at them all in turn, and they were all staring back at me with such a sense of loving concern for my well-being that I burst into tears.
“It’s all right, Mum,” said Tuesday, holding my hand. “We’ll look after you.”
“You are the best, most loving, supportive family anyone could ever have,” I said through my sobs. “I’m so sorry if I’m a burden.”
They all told me not to be so bloody silly, I told them not to swear, and Landen gave me his handkerchief for my tears.
“So,” I said, wiping my eyes, “how does it work? How do I stop remembering the fact that there’s no Jenny?”
“We have our ways. Jenny’s at a sleepover with Ingrid. Okay?”
“Okay.”
He leaned across and kissed me, smiled and said to the kids, “Right, team, do your stuff.”
Friday poked Tuesday hard in the ribs, and she squealed, “What was that for!?”
“For being a geek!”
“I’d rather be a geek than a duh-brain. And what’s more, Strontium Goat is rubbish and Wayne Skunk couldn’t play a guitar if his life depended on it!”
“Say that again!”
“Will you two cut it out!” I said crossly. “Honestly, I think Friday’s proved he’s no duh-brain over the Short Now thing, so just pack it in. Right. I know your gran gave us some food, but does anybody want anything proper to eat?”
“There’s some pizza in the freezer,” said Landen. “We can have that.”
We all got out of the car and walked up to the house with Friday and Tuesday bickering.
“Geek.”
“Duh-brain.”
“Geek.”
“Duh-brain.”
“I said cut it out.” I suddenly thought of something. “Land, where’s Jenny?”