Maureen pretended not to believe her. "I think you know a friend of mine as well," she said.
"Who's that?"
"Mark Doyle? I saw ye having a drink together in Brixton once."
For the first time ever in their long, if distant, acquaintance, Tonsa's eyes displayed an expression. She nearly smiled. "Cheerio," she said flatly, and climbed gracelessly back into the Jag on all fours.
Chapter 39
When they rang the bell there was no answer, but they could hear a radio coming from round the back, the tinny sound of quacking voices rattling down the tall alley between the houses. Maureen and Leslie followed it to the garden, and pushed open the rotting wooden gate. As they turned the corner they saw Liam sitting on a kitchen chair, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, his back, chest and thighs sunburned pink, as if they had been slapped. He was smiling, with his feet up on another chair, watching Siobhain at the far end of the garden. She was pottering around the shrubbery in a giant straw hat and sleeveless sundress with cherries on it, shouting remonstrances back at him about keeping it nice and putting the work in. Liam nodded and smiled, calling yeah, yeah, sure thing. Siobhain had a small wicker basket of old gardening tools and was poking at something in the bare soil, pulling out stringy plants. It was such an unexpected and self-sufficient scene that both Maureen and Leslie hesitated for a second in the damp shadows.
"Hello?" said Maureen, as if she had never been there before.
Liam and Siobhain stiffened guiltily as they looked up and saw them.
"How long have you been there?" said Liam.
"Oh, right?" smiled Leslie. "Nothing to hide, then?"
Siobhain grinned, and Leslie stepped into the sunny garden and walked over to her, punching her arm playfully. Siobhain shrugged innocently, as if it had been a game, as if she hadn't been involved in a deception.
Liam and Maureen were standing still, staring at each other. Liam raised his hand and brushed the hair off his face. "Give us a hand with the tea, Mauri," he said, and jogged down the steps to the kitchen.
Maureen followed him, watched by Siobhain and Leslie, who were no longer laughing, knowing that something was amiss. It was dark in the kitchen. Liam pulled cups from the open cupboard onto the worktop.
"Are you blushing," said Maureen flatly, "or sunburned?"
"A bit of both," he said, and turned to face her.
Maureen was furious. "I specifically asked you about Siobhain," she hissed, "and you lied to me."
"I don't have to tell you everything," he said quietly.
"This isn't everything" she shouted. "Liam, this is Siobhain. She's had a shit time and a miserable fucking life and the last thing she needs is some melancholy rake trying to save her from herself with beef injections."
"Excuse me," he said, genuinely insulted, "I'm not a rake."
"Aye, ye are," she yelled. "You're terrible to women. Remember, I know ye were unfaithful to Lynn with that bint Marsha, and ye dumped poor, stupid Maggie for Lynn-"
Liam pointed in her face. "You didn't even like Maggie," he shouted, as if that were the nub of the matter.
"What fuckin' difference does it make whether I liked Maggie or not?"
"Well," he said, noisily arranging the cups on a wooden tray, "it mattered to me."
"Bollocks," said Maureen, to his back. "The point is that you're horrible to your girlfriends and Siobhain's very vulnerable."
"Oh, that's shite."
"No, it's not."
"Yeah, blame the guy, Mauri." He opened the rattling old fridge. "Cherchez the fucking guy." He took out some milk, smelled it and put it on the tray. He was arguing the way he always did, evading the point, skipping sideways.
"If you treat her badly," warned Maureen, "if you fuck her about, Liam, I'll fucking kill ye."
Liam held on to the worktop behind him with both hands, like a man standing on a precarious ledge. "I'm not gonnae," he said.
"How can you possibly know that?" said Maureen.
"She's…" He hesitated over the wording, got flustered and waved his hand in front of his face. "I really like her."
"Liam, really liking someone isn't enough. This woman has a precarious grip on her mental health. It's not enough just to mean well."
They looked out of the window at Siobhain and Leslie. Siobhain was bossing Leslie around the shrubs, getting her to crouch down near the back and pull out the weeds she couldn't reach.
"Just because she's been ill," said Liam, "that doesn't mean she never gets to go out with anyone, does it?"
"No, but it means she needs to go out with someone responsible, someone who'll be careful with her."
"I can be those things," he said, backing off across the kitchen. "Anyway, she's allowed a life. She's allowed boyfriends. It's not like I've knocked her up or hit her." He stopped and looked at his sister. "It's a nice thing," he said softly, "a good thing. I'm not going to feel bad about it."
"Would you have nipped her if she was still as fat as fuck?"
"Mauri," he said, reproachfully, "she nipped me, and it all started when she was overweight. I didn't want her to go on that diet. I tried to get her to stop it."
"Why would ye do that, Mr. New Man?" said Maureen tartly, knowing that all of Liam's girlfriends had been slim.
Liam smiled up at her. "Take it from me, even love can't blind ye to methane."
The kettle whistled to a pitch on the stove and Liam turned off the gas, used a tea towel to pull the stopper off the spout and poured water into a teapot.
"I can't fucking believe you lied to me."
"Tell the truth, Mauri," Liam said playfully, "ye can't believe I lied to you convincingly."
He was right, and it annoyed her. "Why did you lie?" she said, sounding accusing to cover her embarrassment.
"Siobhain wanted to keep it a secret. She was worried it wouldn't last."
"Do you think it'll last?"
Liam glanced out of the window. Siobhain was getting angry, pointing at Leslie's feet and raising her voice. "Well, it'll last for me," he said. "I think she's fantastic. She'd probably stay with me for the garden as much as anything else."
He watched Siobhain through the window, and Maureen could see he meant it, he did care for her, but she was worried. Liam would always need to protect Siobhain, save her from hurt and harm. She foresaw his life, saw everything given over to looking after Siobhain. And when he failed, as inevitably he would, the recriminations and self-loathing, the acid self-blame. Liam was always looking after some poor damaged bird. First it had been her and now Siobhain. She wanted more for him.
Maureen carried the tray out to the garden and Liam brought out two more chairs. They sat in a little circle, sipping tea like visitors from a neighboring plantation, as Siobhain talked them round the garden. She had planted the herbs near the back door so they could be picked easily in the middle of cooking. She'd put the virulent mint on the other side of the door, hoping to keep it away from the other herbs. It made such a nice smell and she hoped it would waft into the kitchen in the late summer, when it was better established. The shrubbery was full of weeds because the feckless neighbors let dandelions and nettles grow on their side of the fence.
Maureen thought ahead to the trial and wondered idly whether Siobhain might be in league with Angus. Perhaps he still had control over her and had made her leave the letters and parcels outside Maureen's door. She screwed up her nose at the thought, knowing what was prompting her suspicion. She was resentful at being so completely deceived and was not a little possessive of Liam. As Maureen listened to Siobhain talking, her sense of foreboding subsided and she could see that Liam and Siobhain might be a good thing. If Siobhain was allowed to take those chances maybe Maureen, too, could have a boyfriend, a normal boyfriend.