Page 123 of Last Night

‘Never, that I know of, nor my mum. I think I would’ve known. Doted on Susie. Whatever psychological fault line that I opened up, she didn’t. I’ve asked myself many times, if Iain Hart had two daughters, would he have ever laid a finger on his offspring? Who knows. Maybe a different son would’ve got different. Maybe he just hated me.’

‘It’s not your fault. Whatsoever,’ I say.

‘I know,’ Fin says, clasping my hand again, and squeezing. ‘Took some time, and a change of continent, a spot of rehab and a fair-sized therapy bill, but I know.’

‘Fuck,’ I say. ‘All this time. You being spoken of as this terrible person …’

‘Susie didn’t lie to you,’ Fin turns to look at me. ‘I don’t want you to blame her. I always tell clients not to use the word “damaged”, but I was, Eve. Through my teens, I made it very clear I wanted nothing more than to be the fuck out of the family home as soon as I could. Susie saw a lot of shit behaviour from me as we got older. I played it out exclusively at home, because I was smart enough to know school was my launchpad for getting out of here. Like my dear dad, I too knew to keep it behind closed doors.’

‘Did you never try to tell her what had gone on?’

‘Yes, once. As a punishment, he locked us in a wardrobe. We were very little. That was the one time I saw him go ballistic on Susie too. She was hyperventilating that she was going to run out of air, it was horrible. That was why I didn’t want her to be buried.’

I know Fin isn’t trying to score a point, but I feelthis anyway.

‘I thought that sadism might be the shred of proof I needed for her to believe me.

‘We were in the pub, not long before I left for London, I took a very deep breath and said Dad had abused me. She shrugged it off.Come on Finlay, don’t dramatise it with the A word. You were a total bastard to him too and you know you were. I remember your arguments. Remember when you nicked his credit card. Or trashed his spirits cabinet. You got smacked a few times? Well Dad’s old-school, isn’t he, he still thinks you can do that. Yes, he would think he could do that to a boy in a different way.Especially a tearaway hoodlum like you. It was like watching stones bounce off shatter-proof glass.

‘She was seventeen and I was nineteen and I’d left it too late. Susie’s opinion of her upbringing wasn’t going to change in one conversation. Her view of her father wasn’t going to shift to accommodate it. As she made clear, I wasn’t a sympathetic victim. I know what she meant.’

‘It’s not your fault if no one would listen,’ I say, slightly hoarse.

‘I’ve had a lot of time to think about what happened between myself and Susie. You know how, if you’re late to meet someone – at first the person waiting for you is confused, then they’re pissed off. They get worried. Your task when it comes to an explanation and apology when you do turn up gets bigger, with each passing minute. Eventually they give up, and they leave. They’re not waiting for you any more. That was my relationship with Susie. By the time I was ready to talk and tell her why I’d been such a destructive, miserable bastard, she’d gone. I’d kept her waiting too long for her to have any interest or faith in what I was going to say. That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t have tried harder. I wish I had. I wondered if her diaries had any hint in there that she knew, that she ever thought back on that conversation about Dad, and rethought.’

‘That was why you wanted them?’

‘Yes.’

He has to know. He can’t think he’s told me all this, and I still wouldn’t hand them over.

‘Fuck, Fin. I destroyed them. Before Edinburgh. I was angry at Susie and you were pushing, and thought I should do something definitive. You were right. I had no right, or idea what I was interfering with. Fuck, I’m so sorry …’

I find I’m not even scared of Fin’s reaction, I’m too disgusted and shocked at myself, before that can crowd in. Iwanthim to bollock me, I deserve it.

‘Hey, it’s alright,’ Fin says, evenly, ‘I’d changed my mind anyway. It was an impulse, in the first wave of grief, knowing I’d never get to ask her. I don’t think I should’ve read her diaries.’ He pauses. ‘My behaviour towards you, over that – that was you getting a taste of the displaced anger that Susie got inured to.’

‘Susie would’ve sided with you, if she’d known what I do,’ I say, with conviction. ‘It would’ve been tough to absorb but she’d have got there. She hated bullies. Remember the shoes story, in her eulogy?’

‘I hope you’re right. Getting to know you has helped bring her back to me. I almost feel like it’s Susie, from the afterlife, gloating –see, Finlay?!I’d misjudged, too.’

‘Haha, why?’

‘I thought she was an arrogant princess who, compared to me, had played life on the easy setting. My dad’s divide and conquer had worked. But she’d kept you as a best friend, that tells me she was always the little sister I remember. Boisterous, bloody cantankerous when thwarted, but funny as hell and heart in the right place.’

‘That’s a good Susie summary,’ I say, with the uneven, gasping tone of someone who’s breaking up crying, my sight blurred.

‘Every time you make one of your arch comments, I feel like I can hear her laughing like a drain. Thanks to you, I’m proud of her. You’re a connection to the Susie I didn’t get to be close to.’

Finlay only just gets these words out before his own tears take over and we lean against each other, holding onto each other, like the ground beneath us might move.

As we steady ourselves, we realise how cold and dark the garden has become.

‘Have you had attacks like that before?’ I say, quietly, wiping under my eyes. ‘That was a panic attack?’

‘Yeah but not for years, and not many. With the cost of American healthcare, I soon taught myself breathing techniques, so I didn’t land with a trip to A&E. He gave me an unexpected jolt, is all. I’ve never liked being inside these walls again.’

I say: ‘Of course. He gave me a jolt.’ There’s a pause. ‘There’s something I still can’t work out,’ I say. ‘Why are you helping him? Why not fly back to NYC sayingsee ya later, electrocute yourself in the bath for all I care? I would.’

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