‘Why?’
‘I suppose because my father had found me easier to love than he had her.’
Hester looked shocked by her words, as though it was a thought that she’d had for a long time, but never before articulated.
‘Anyway, then my mother remarried.’
‘Did you get on with her new husband?’
‘Yes, no worries there. He was fine. And I was quite grateful to him, actually. Because he kind of took my mother’s focus away from me. And I got better and … well, to say I blossomed might be overstating things, but I was OK. And then I did a course in sports marketing – not a university course, just a one-year diploma, but it was good. It was out of that I got a job with a company that was trying to raise the profile of cricket as a participant sport. They don’t exist now, but it was quite fun back then. I mean, I’d only got a secretarial job, but the people I was working with were quite jolly.’
‘And was it through your work there that you met Mike?’
‘Yes. We went out a few times and I thought it was just for laughs, but suddenly he’s asking me to marry him.’
Classic syndrome, thought Jude. A girl who adored her father tries to replace him with another older man. But of course she didn’t say anything.
‘So we get married and suddenly we’ve got the two boys and … so it goes.’
‘And how have you been since that time?’
‘What, you mean mentally?’
‘Yes.’
‘Fine. Quite honestly, bringing up two boys, you don’t exactly have time to think about your own state of mind … or anything else much.’
‘So your feelings of inadequacy … you didn’t have any time for those?’
Hester grinned wryly. ‘Oh no, they were still there. I think they were born with me, part of my DNA … like red hair.’ By instinct her hand found the hair at her temple before she said tellingly, ‘And Mike does have very high standards.’
TWENTY-TWO
‘You mean,’ asked Jude, ‘you feel under pressure to keep up with those standards?’
‘I suppose so, yes. Mike likes things done a certain way. Not unreasonably,’ she hastened to add, lest her words might sound like criticism. ‘But he and the boys, well … they’re a lot more efficient and organized about things than I am.’
Her words confirmed the impression of the Winstones’ marriage that had been forming for some time in Jude’s mind: Hester cast in the role of the slightly daffy woman in a chauvinist household of practical men, her fragile confidence being worn away by the constant drip-drip of implied criticism. But again Jude didn’t say anything about that.
‘You once told me that you joined the SADOS because you had time on your hands.’
‘Yes, well, with the boys both boarding at Charterhouse, there was so much less ferrying around to be done. I seem to have spent most of the last twelve years driving them somewhere or other, so yes, it did feel as if I had time on my hands.’
‘And also it was doing something for you, rather than for somebody else,’ Jude observed shrewdly.
‘I suppose that was part of the attraction.’
‘And was Mike positively against the idea?’
‘No, he wouldn’t come out strongly against something like that. Not his style. But he’d sort of dismiss it as something silly that women do.’
And so the process of undermining would continue.
Jude wondered whether she should ask whether Hester minded the kind of gentle interrogation she was undergoing, but thought that might be unwise. The healing had created an intimacy between the two women that was too precious to break.
‘And helping out with front of house on the pantomime was the first thing you’d done for SADOS?’
‘Yes. I got in touch when Mike went off to New Zealand. In a rather pathetic fit of pique, I suppose.’
‘Sounds to me like a fairly justifiable fit of pique.’
‘I don’t know about that. Anyway, I said I’d help out with the panto.’
‘Did you actually become a member of SADOS?’
‘You bet. I had Mimi Lassiter on to me straight away, demanding a subscription. She’s like a terrier about ensuring everyone in SADOS is fully paid up. I think she regards it as her mission in life.’
Jude smiled. ‘And it was then that you met Ritchie Good …?’ She spoke the name gently, worried that it might once again set off the hysterics.
But Hester was calmer this time. The healing had done its work. ‘Yes,’ she replied.
‘And you got the full chat-up routine from him?’ She nodded. ‘And were flattered by the attention?’ Another slightly shamefaced nod. ‘How far did he go?’
‘What, in terms of what he wanted us to do?’
‘Yes.’
‘Well, he …’ This was embarrassing too. ‘He sort of implied he wanted us to go to bed together.’
‘And were you shocked by that, or what?’
‘Well, I was … I don’t know. I suppose I was attracted by the idea … a bit. I mean, I was in a strange state, sort of vulnerable and … And then Mike had just gone off to New Zealand – virtually without saying goodbye to me and … I don’t know,’ she said again.
‘And when Ritchie had virtually got you to agree to go to bed with him, he then went cold on the idea, saying that he couldn’t cheat on his wife?’
Hester Winstone’s eyes widened. ‘Jude, how on earth do you know that? You weren’t there in the Cricketers, were you?’
‘No. Let’s just say there seems to be a pattern in Ritchie Good’s chatting-up technique.’
‘Oh.’ Hester still looked bewildered.
‘And I dare say that left you feeling pretty bad?’
‘Well, yes. I mean, the fact that I’d even gone along with the idea, that I’d even contemplated betraying Mike, it was … It made me feel even worse about myself. It made me feel stupid and unattractive.’
‘And weak when Neville Prideaux came on to you?’
‘Yes.’ Hester looked vague again. ‘I told you about that, did I?’ Jude nodded. ‘Yes, Neville was much more practical about the whole business than Ritchie.’
‘He really wanted you to succumb to his charms?’
‘Mm.’ She spoke with slight distaste. ‘Though I don’t know whether it was me he wanted, or just a woman. A conquest.’
‘But you allowed him to … conquer you?’
A quick nod. ‘Really, once I’d agreed to let him in … well, he seemed to take it for granted that I’d agreed to everything else. And he kept saying he’d really fallen for me, and that I was beautiful and … I suppose I behaved like a classic inexperienced teenager.’
‘And Neville behaved like a classic experienced seducer?’
‘Yes. I felt terrible afterwards. I mean, while I could convince myself there was some love involved, well, it was … sort of all right. But when it had happened, and I realized he’d just taken advantage of me, and I’d done God knows how much harm to my marriage and … Neville didn’t want to see me again. He didn’t want to have any more to do with me, and at the read-through for The Devil’s Disciple he behaved like nothing had happened between us.’
‘And that’s what made you feel so miserable that, in the car park, you took the nail scissors out of your bag and …?’
Hester nodded again. She looked very crumpled, very downcast. Jude let the silence last. Then she said, ‘Can we talk now about the Sunday rehearsal when Gordon Blaine and Ritchie Good demonstrated the gallows?’
A shudder ran through the woman’s body. ‘That … I don’t … That was what pushed me over the edge. I can’t talk about it.’
‘Don’t you think talking about it might help?’
‘No, it could only make things worse.’